Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, A lonely traveler follows a dream. Through misty valleys, dark and deep, Where ancient pines their secrets keep. His lantern casts a trembling light, Against the vast and starry night. A distant bell begins to chime, Marking the relentless flow of time. He thinks of home, so far away, Of promises he could not stay. The wind sings through the bending boughs, A solemn, yet comforting vow. For every end is a new start, Etched deep within the wanderer’s heart...
