Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent mountains stand supreme, A gentle breeze begins to weave Through ancient boughs of pine and eve. It tells of journeys long since passed, Of friendships forged that ever last, Of lovers’ vows in twilight made, Beneath the very same pine shade. The stars above like diamonds gleam, Reflecting in the mountain stream, While wisdom whispers through the trees, Carried on the night’s cool breeze. No need for haste in this quiet place, Just nature’s c...
