In the depths where leaves and shadows play, A quiet river winds its gentle way, Soft whispers drift through branches near, Where heartbeats linger, wild and clear.
Beneath the boughs, a promise made, In emerald shade, where memories fade, Two souls entwined, unseen, unknown, A love as ancient as moss and stone.
With each soft breeze, their secrets bloom, Among the flowers, in nature’s room, For hidden deep, untouched, serene, Is love’s sweet song in the heart of green -idil Koçman/3dphilosopher