In the heart of ancient woods,Where the sunlight softly weaves,Whispers of love gently dance,Among the rustling leaves.
Beneath the towering giants,Our love takes root and grows,Intertwined like branches,Where only the forest knows.
The breeze carries our secrets,Through the canopy so high,Natureâs symphony plays on,As we watch the clouds go by.
In this sacred grove of dreams,Our hearts find a place to be,Forever bound in natureâs arms,By the love of trees and me.