When you sing a song,
The trees behind me rustle.
They sing with you in raptures,
In union with the wind.
Enchanting forests, ever-green glades of spring
Mountains of hope,distant earl-grey,
Tinkling bells, Eco-warrior yells,
Ring true to my heart, in all my years spent.
Distant mews,of the song bird calling,
Caramel scents of wild flowers blooming,
I listen, and listen, I have no qualms,
Your sweet voice,is all I'll ever want.
Gentle pauses,your breath silent,
Wisps of soft dew,
Whisper your name;in abundance,
Your music drowns my heart, even in blue shallow waters.
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