Beneath the whispering pine, where the shadows roam,
In the heart of the forest, I have found a home.
Silence wraps around me, like a tender embrace,
In the stillness of the twilight, I can find my place.
The branches sway gently, singing with the wind,
A chorus of the ancients, from where we begin.
Each note a ballad telling tales of yore,
Of love and lost hope and the dreams we bore.
The sky holds the echoes of a thousand skies,
Painting all our moments in lavender and sighs.
I walk these paths of heritage, where the past unfolds,
In the whispers of the pine trees, the secrets they hold.
With each step I find solace, in nature's soft hymn,
A tapestry of memories, where the light grows dim.
The stars above twinkle like the dreams in our hearts,
Illuminating stories, where our journey starts.
When the night deepens silence, and the world holds its breath,
I hear the quiet calling of both life and death.
The wind carries wishes, as they dance through the night,
In this sacred place of shadows, everything feels right.
So here's to the moments, to the songs yet to sing,
To the paths we walk lightly, and the joy that we bring.
In the heart of the forest, where our souls intertwine,
I'll forever find solace beneath the whispering pine.
Folk
Pine, Silence, Branches, Sky, Ballad, Heritage, Wind