In the grove where sunlight softly weaves,
The trees stand tall, their branches interlace,
Whispering secrets only the heart believes,
A timeless dance, an endless embrace.

Leaves rustle with the tenderness of a lover’s sigh,
Roots entwined beneath the nurturing earth,
In their unity, they reach for the sky,
Nurturing each other’s rebirth.

The gentle sway of branches in the breeze,
Speaks of love that knows no bound,
A symphony composed by rustling leaves,
In every heart, its echoes are found.

Beneath their shade, lovers find their place,
In nature’s arms, they rest and dream,
The trees stand witness to every embrace,
Love eternal, in their silent theme.