In the depths of the forest green,
Where the shadows dance and weave,
I can hear the whispered dreams,
In the rustling of the leaves.
Each tree stands tall with stories old,
Its roots entwined beneath the earth,
Calling out to softly unfold,
The echoes of a vibrant birth.
In the quiet dusk, I feel the pull,
Of a longing deep within my chest,
The harmony that calms my soul,
As I seek the place where I can rest.
With a heart that beats like a wild drum,
I wander through this sacred space,
Finding solace as I come,
To meet the spirit of this place.
Through the veil of mist, I roam,
Beneath the stars that twinkle bright,
Every whisper leads me home,
In the arms of the moon’s soft light.
For in the embrace of ancient trees,
I discover what it means to be,
A part of all that nature sings,
A truth that sets my spirit free.
So I’ll tread lightly, heed the call,
Of the forest's song, both pure and wise,
In this connection, I stand tall,
With open heart and open skies.
For the roots of love grow deep within,
Binding us to the earth's sweet heart,
In the harmony of dusk and din,
I find my way, I find my part.
When the morning sun breaks bright and new,
I carry forth the dreams I’ve known,
With every step, I’ll stay true,
To the paths where my heart has grown.
And though the longing never fades,
In the forest, my spirit will remain,
For in this beauty, life's serenade,
I find my peace, release my pain.
Folk
forest, roots, harmony, heart, longing