In the silence of the moonlit forest,
Where shadows dance with gentle grace,
The stars above, a celestial chorus,
Sing softly to the night’s embrace.

The whispering leaves tell ancient tales,
Of love that blooms beneath the sky,
As the nightingale’s song never fails,
To weave dreams where hearts can fly.

The gentle breeze, a lover’s touch,
Caressing the soul with tender care,
It carries the scent of earth and such,
A fragrance that lovers long to share.

Beneath the canopy of towering trees,
We find a world where love resides,
In nature’s arms, we find our peace,
As our souls in harmony abide.