In the heart of ancient woods, where shadows softly play,
A silver moon ignites the night, and dreams begin to sway.
With whispers from the bygone years, the trees in silence speak,
While soft currents of a gentle breeze caress the world so meek.
The stars, like jewels, dot the sky, in hues both rich and rare,
As an ethereal choir lifts their song upon the air.
They weave a tapestry of light, with notes both sweet and low,
Enveloping the solitude in a mystical glow.
With every breath, the silence hums, a melody divine,
Where secrets of the universe in harmony align.
Each leaf that dances to the tune creates a world anew,
In solace found within the grove, where hopes and dreams break through.
The echoes of the past emerge, the legends come to life,
In twilight’s embrace, we find our hearts released from strife.
The silver moon, a guardian, watches over, serene,
As Nature's choir sings their truth, in shadows cast and seen.
We wander through the fragrant paths, with spirits intertwined,
With every note and every word, our souls are gently blind.
In the chambers of the forest deep, we shed our earthly woe,
And bask beneath the silver rays, in that enchanting glow.
As morning rises, light returns, the whispers fade away,
Yet in our hearts, the song remains, to guide us through the day.
For in the woods, forevermore, our memories shall flow,
In harmony with time and space, where mysteries bestow.
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Ethereal choir, ancient woods, silver moon, soft currents, mystical glow
Classical
Ethereal choir, ancient woods, silver moon, soft currents, mystical glow