In the heart of the mountains, where the wild rivers run,
Silence cradles the whispers of the day just begun.
Through the emerald forest, we dance on the breeze,
With every step we take, we’re lost among the trees.
Fingers tracing shadows, we wander through the light,
The stories held in stillness, like stars that pierce the night.
Every leaf a secret, every branch a song,
In this echo of the wilderness, we know where we belong.
Chasing fleeting moments, where time begins to fade,
We’re captured by the beauty, in the quiet we invade.
The mountains stand as guardians, the rivers course like veins,
And all around us whispers call our names.
Beneath a sky of colors, the world begins to spin,
With nature painting portraits, we feel the call within.
The laughter of the water, the soft sigh of the pines,
In this symphony of silence, our hearts learn to align.
As dusk drapes its curtain and the stars become our guide,
We find our way through shadows, wrapped in this wild ride.
In the stillness of the forest, love's echo softly sways,
A promise made in whispers, carried through the days.
With every step we take, we know the truth will show,
In the arms of the wilderness, forever we will grow.
And when the morning calls us, that soft and gentle way,
We’ll carry forth the silence, where our hearts will always stay.
Indie
Mountains, Rivers, Forest, Silence, Whispers