Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent waters gently flow, A lonely pine stands by the stream And whispers tales of long ago. It speaks of travelers’ weary feet, Of lovers’ vows in twilight made, Of seasons changing slow and sweet Beneath its everlasting shade. The wind composes through its boughs A melody both old and deep, That time itself cannot erase— A promise secrets always keep. So listen when the night winds sigh, For ancient wisdom lingers there, Beneath the vast and star...

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent waters gently flow, A lonely pine stands by the stream And whispers tales of long ago. It speaks of travelers’ weary feet, Of lovers’ vows in twilight made, Of seasons changing slow and sweet Beneath its everlasting shade. The wind composes through its boughs A melody both old and deep, That time itself cannot erase— A promise secrets always keep. So listen when the night winds sigh, For ancient wisdom lingers there, Beneath the vast and star...