In a quiet glen where shadows play,
The whispers of the leaves convey,
A tale of time, of sun and rain,
Of fleeting joy, of gentle pain.
Golden rays through branches weave,
A tapestry that hearts believe,
Each petal's fall, a soft goodbye,
Yet, in their dance, the soul can fly.
The brook sings sweet beneath the trees,
A melody that brings the breeze,
It carries dreams on rippling waves,
And cradles secrets, nature saves.
As twilight dips the world in gold,
The stars ignite, their stories told,
In every spark, a wish takes flight,
A promise held through endless night.
So let us walk this winding way,
Embracing night, anticipating day,
For in the journey, joy shall bloom,
And love shall light the darkest room.