Voices of Verdure

In verdure's embrace, where whispers weave,
Beneath the moon's soft and silvery sieve,
Echoes of the earth, in tranquility believe,
In the heart of night, where dreams conceive.

Each leaf a stanza, the wind's gentle heave,
Tales untold, in the cool eve's reprieve,
The murmuring brook, in its ceaseless leave,
Carries our sorrows, teaches us to grieve.

Under the moon's watchful eye, we achieve
A moment's peace, our woes to relieve,
In this verdant cathedral, we cannot deceive,
Our truest selves, in the quiet, we retrieve.

So listen close, to the night's soft plea,
In the voices of verdure, find your key,
Unlock the heart, let the spirit be free,
Beneath the moon, embrace your destiny.