In the whisper of the leaves at dawn,She finds the language of the heart,As if nature itself speaks of love,Singing secrets only she can hear.Each flower a testament to passion,Every river a flowing embrace,In the quiet of the woods, she learns,The gentle art of unspoken devotion.Through the tapestry of wild and free,Her soul dances with the morning light,In every creature’s gaze, she sees,A reflection of love’s tender grace.And as the sun kisses the horizon,She gathers stars in her open arms,Knowing love is the eternal path,A journey written in the earth’s soft sigh.