She Stands in the Moonlight Beneath the moonlight, waves of silver night, An ancient tree stands, embracing old years, Its roots and branches, turned white with time's marks. Beside it, a woman stands. In her eyes, the waves of longing, In her heart, the song of unforgettable love. Leaning against the tree, her fingertips trace Old stories, forgotten promises. The moonlight whispers softly, Caressing her heart, The light seeping through the tree leaves Casts shadows of yearning. She asks the tree, "My love, where are you?" The tree answers, in the midst of longing, "He is in your heart, forever." Beneath the moonlight, a woman's solitary shadow, Sharing a sad beauty with the tree. Time flows, but longing remains, Forever shining with the moonlight.