In the hush of the morning where the roots drink deep
A whispered song stirs the air where the willows weep
Silent conversations in the lines of the bark
Stories carved by centuries spoken after dark
The wind translates their wisdom
Through the rustling of their leaves
If you listen in the stillness
You can hear them breathe
They speak in the hum of the earth
In the pulse of the rain
In the bending of the branches
Calling out your name
Every root is a pathway
Every leaf tells a tale
In the secret language of trees
There's a story in the gale
Some have seen the rise and fall of kings and thieves
Felt the weight of lovers' vows carved into their sleeves
Standing like the sentinels of time and fate
Holding all the whispered prayers that never fade
The wind translates their wisdom
Through the rustling of their leaves
If you listen in the stillness
You can hear them breathe
They speak in the hum of the earth
In the pulse of the rain
In the bending of the branches
Calling out your name
Every root is a pathway
Every leaf tells a tale
In the secret language of trees
There's a story in the gale
Underneath a network grows
Passing whispers through the soil below
Holding hands in ancient light
Connected in the quiet night
If you stand still if you just believe
You'll learn the words the forest breathes
A secret song beneath your feet
Sung in a voice that never sleeps