Whispers Of The Woods
In quiet woods where whispers play,
The trees converse in rustling leaves;
As sunlight dances through the grey.
In quiet woods where whispers play,
Of seasons shifting, night to day,
The gentle breeze brings calm that cleaves,
In quiet woods where whispers play,
The trees converse in rustling leaves.
In quiet woods where whispers play,
As sunlight dances through the grey,
Of seasons shifting, night to day,
The gentle breeze brings calm that cleaves.
The trees converse in rustling leaves,
And finds their peace in what nature weaves.
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