In the grove where silence sings,
Tangled roots and gentle wings,
Trees stand tall in loveâs sweet grace,
Holding secrets in their embrace.
Leaves that dance in evening light,
Whisper tales of hearts in flight,
Branches weave a tender tale,
Of love that never seems to pale.
Beneath the boughs where shadows play,
Lovers find their secret way,
In the rustling, soft and true,
Nature hums a love anew.
Through seasons change, their story grows,
In every breeze, their passion flows,
Trees stand witness to their vow,
Eternal love beneath each bough.