She walks by the river, her dress in the breeze,
Her laughter like music, through the rustling trees.
With eyes like the stars and hair like the night,
She dances with shadows in the fading light.
Oh, whispering willow, tell me her name,
The woman who wanders, without any shame.
Her spirit like fire, her heart like the sea,
In her, there's a story, wild and free.
She sings to the moon, her voice soft and clear,
A melody ancient, yet always near.
With feet that have wandered, through valleys and glades,
She carries the wisdom of forgotten trades.
Oh, whispering willow, tell me her name,
The woman who wanders, without any shame.
Her spirit like fire, her heart like the sea,
In her, there's a story, wild and free.
She's seen the seasons change, felt the earth's gentle sigh,
Her soul intertwined with the winds that fly.
With every step she takes, she's closer to home,
In the heart of the wilderness, she's never alone.
Oh, whispering willow, tell me her name,
The woman who wanders, without any shame.
Her spirit like fire, her heart like the sea,
In her, there's a story, wild and free.
So let the river carry her secrets downstream,
For the woman of the wild, is living her dream.
Underneath the whispering willow, she'll forever be,
A spirit of nature, wild and free.