Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent waters gently stream, A lonely pine whispers ancient dreams. Its branches sway with secrets deep, While weary wanderers find sleep, And stars their nightly vigil keep. Through seasons’ turn and time’s swift flight, It stands in darkness, bathed in light, A timeless sentinel of night. Its murmured tales of ages past, On every whispering breath are cast, Until the dawn breaks slow at last.

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam, Where silent waters gently stream, A lonely pine whispers ancient dreams. Its branches sway with secrets deep, While weary wanderers find sleep, And stars their nightly vigil keep. Through seasons’ turn and time’s swift flight, It stands in darkness, bathed in light, A timeless sentinel of night. Its murmured tales of ages past, On every whispering breath are cast, Until the dawn breaks slow at last.