Lyric

Misty tales where the treetops lean

Harp strings weaving through the evergreen

Basslines hum like roots unseen

Saxophone sighs in a twilight dream

Lantern glow through the branches sway

A gentle lull in the arms of gray

Soft whispers caught in the forest's play

Time halts here, where the pines do lay

Whispering pines, breathing slow

Melodies where moonflowers grow

Night sheds its secrets, steady, low

Lost in a lull only shadows know

Each note drips as dew on moss

A hundred years wrapped, dreams embossed

Through the harp’s sigh the breeze gets tossed

Ancient symphony, no time is lost

Owl calls blend with the bass’s croon

A softened hymn meets the quiet moon

Hushed nocturnes in the forest’s tune

Held by the dark where dreams are strewn

Whispering pines, breathing slow

Melodies where moonflowers grow

Night sheds its secrets, steady, low

Lost in a lull only shadows know