Whispering Pines

Underneath the moon's soft glow,
Where whispering pines gently sway and bow,
A sanctuary where secrets unfold,
In hushed tones, stories of old.

The night's quiet serenade,
Leaves rustling in the midnight shade.
A chorus of calm, a tranquil scene,
Where thoughts meander, and minds convene.

A haven for souls that seek to find,
Peaceful solace, a calm mind.
Amidst the pines, under lunar light,
Insights bloom in the cloak of night.

Here, in the embrace of nature's hold,
Life's complexities gently told.
By the moon's glow and pine's embrace,
We find clarity, a serene space.

So let us wander, you and I,
Under the vast, starlit sky.
Where whispering pines and moonlight meet,
A symphony of solitude, bittersweet.