In the whispering woods where the tall trees sway,
Sunlit clearings beckon at the end of the day.
Follow the tune of the tender ballads sung,
On warm breezes carrying the stories of the young.
Rustic whispers dance on the gentle breeze,
Carrying secrets through the swaying leaves.
With wooden strings strumming a soft, sweet refrain,
We'll lose ourselves in the magic of the rain.
Through canopies golden, where shadows play,
Hearts intertwine in the fading sunlight sway.
With every step taken, a journey unfolds,
Stories of love and the brave souls of old.
Let the night draw near with its blanket of stars,
We'll share our dreams beneath these guiding hearts.
In the forest's embrace, we'll find our true song,
A melody woven where we all belong.
So take my hand, love, let's wander this land,
With the whispers of nature and the warmth of our stand.
As the twilight descends and the world feels at peace,
In the heart of the forest, our worries will cease.
With every last note, our spirits take flight,
In the echoes of twilight, our love shines bright.
So stay by my side as the shadows recede,
Together forever, where the forest paths lead.
Folk
Forest paths, sunlit clearings, tender ballads, warm breezes, rustic whispers, fading sunlight, wooden strings