In the heart of the forest, where the tall pines sway,
A gentle breeze whispers, weaving night and day.
It carries my secrets, it carries my dreams,
A melody of longing, or so it seems.
The sunlight dances softly through leaves of jade,
As shadows play tag on the forest glade.
I wander through whispers of love, tender and bold,
With stories of souls, both gentle and old.
Chasing the echoes of laughter long past,
Where the rivers run freely and the shadows are cast.
Each step I take deeper, the journey unfolds,
With the love that surrounds me, more precious than gold.
The stars watch above me like guardians bright,
Guiding my heart through the cool, quiet night.
Though the world may grow weary and dreams may feel small,
In the arms of the forest, I find peace through it all.
So here in this sanctuary, I cherish each sigh,
For love like a river, will never run dry.
And with every soft whisper that rustles the leaves,
I’m wrapped in the warmth of the love that believes.
In the heart of the forest, where time holds its breath,
I’ll carry my dreams, even beyond this life’s depth.
With the breeze as my witness, and the stars as my guide,
In love and in dreams, forever I’ll abide.
Folk
forest, breeze, soul, dreams, love