Amidst the grove where whispers dwell,
The trees stand tall with tales to tell.
Their leaves dance softly in the breeze,
Echoing love through ancient trees.

Beneath their boughs, in shadows deep,
Lovers’ secrets softly seep.
Their roots entwined, like hearts in tune,
In nature’s arms, love finds its boon.

The sunlight filters through the leaves,
Creating patterns love believes.
A gentle rustle, a tender sigh,
In their embrace, no love can die.

The seasons change, yet love remains,
Through sunlit days and gentle rains.
In every leaf and branch above,
The trees forever sing of love.