Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam,

An ancient oak recalls a stream

Where lovers carved their names in youth,

And whispered timeless vows of truth.

Now breezes stir the pinewood deep,

Where secrets that the mountains keep

Are murmured through the needled boughs

To stars that watch in silent vows.

A lone deer drinks from moonlit spring,

His dark eyes holding everything

That nature guards through ages past—

A peace that forever will last.

Yet dawn will come with golden light

To bless the world after the night,

And still the pines will softly sing

The eternal song of everything.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam,

An ancient oak recalls a stream

Where lovers carved their names in youth,

And whispered timeless vows of truth.

Now breezes stir the pinewood deep,

Where secrets that the mountains keep

Are murmured through the needled boughs

To stars that watch in silent vows.

A lone deer drinks from moonlit spring,

His dark eyes holding everything

That nature guards through ages past—

A peace that forever will last.

Yet dawn will come with golden light

To bless the world after the night,

And still the pines will softly sing

The eternal song of everything.