Beneath the emerald canopy we stand,
With hearts intertwined like roots below,
The whispering leaves sing a melody grand,
Of love that in the forest grows.

The branches reach out, a tender embrace,
Shadows dance in the dappled light,
Each rustle a promise, each breeze a trace,
Of moments shared in the silence of night.

The ancient oaks our secrets keep,
Their wisdom in the bark engraved,
In their shade, our love runs deep,
In their arms, we feel so brave.

So let the forest be our guide,
With every tree a witness true,
Our love will grow, and never hide,
Among the trees, forever new.