Beneath the boughs where moonlight weaves, A lonely traveler finds his way, Through forests deep and silent eaves, To greet the breaking dawn of day. He hears a voice upon the breeze, That tells of ancient, long-lost tales, Of rustling leaves and memories, And paths where destiny prevails. A gentle stream then comes in view, Its waters clear and flowing free, Reflecting skies of brilliant blue, And all the world’s sweet mystery. So walks he on with heart so light, Through nature’s grand and v...

Beneath the boughs where moonlight weaves, A lonely traveler finds his way, Through forests deep and silent eaves, To greet the breaking dawn of day. He hears a voice upon the breeze, That tells of ancient, long-lost tales, Of rustling leaves and memories, And paths where destiny prevails. A gentle stream then comes in view, Its waters clear and flowing free, Reflecting skies of brilliant blue, And all the world’s sweet mystery. So walks he on with heart so light, Through nature’s grand and v...