Beneath the silver moon’s gentle glow, Ancient pines whisper tales of long ago. A traveler pauses on the mossy stone, Hearing echoes of a sage’s timeless tone. “Seek not the distant mountain’s peak, But find the wonder that you already keep.” The wind carries through the rustling boughs, A truth that simple hearts allow. In stillness lies the deepest sound, Where all the universe is found.

Beneath the silver moon’s gentle glow, Ancient pines whisper tales of long ago. A traveler pauses on the mossy stone, Hearing echoes of a sage’s timeless tone. “Seek not the distant mountain’s peak, But find the wonder that you already keep.” The wind carries through the rustling boughs, A truth that simple hearts allow. In stillness lies the deepest sound, Where all the universe is found.