In the ethereal forest, where the trees stand
Like columns of an ancient temple
Silence is a veil that covers the soul
And light is a whisper that spreads

The leaves rustle a murmur
That echoes in the center of the earth
A lament that fades
In the whisper of the passing wind

The forest is a labyrinth
Where reality dissolves
And beauty is a reflection
Of the mystery that surrounds us