Aaaain, the trees begin to hum,
Where shadows dance and silence comes.
Beneath the boughs, the secrets grow,
In whispered winds, the ancients know.

Aaaain, the streams they softly sing,
Of hidden paths and unseen wings.
The forest speaks in moss and leaf,
A place of wonder, beyond belief.

Aaaain, the moonlight paints the ground,
With magic light, no end is found.
Each root and branch, a tale untold,
Of time’s embrace and mysteries old.

Aaaain, we wander through the night,
Among the stars and fading light.
The forest breathes, alive and free,
A living dream, for you and me.