In the quiet corners of the forest,
Where sunbeams peek through leafy lace,
The wind whispers a melody,
An ode to the beauty of space.

It sings in hushed tones, so gentle and soft,
Of love that blooms ‘neath the azure sky,
A symphony woven from nature’s loom,
Born of sunbeams, raindrops, and earthly cries.

Beneath the canopy, its notes dance and weave,
Through branches that sway in a secret tryst,
As feathered messengers take flight on wings spread wide,
And petals unfurl in sweet surrender, kissed by the wind’s lullaby.

But as day turns to night, the melody changes its face,
The whispers transform, a mournful serenade,
A tale of loss and longing for a love once lost,
A reminder of life’s bittersweet cycle, woven in nature’s grand design.

Through the stillness of twilight, its song is our solace,
An ethereal balm for the soul in need of grace,
A testament to the everlasting dance,
Between the whispers of the wind and the heart of creation’s expanse.