A nectar symphony created this forest for you and me
The way that Time uses eternity
Like a wind by which our creator we see
Words that are crafted meaningfully
They rhyme with love and sing our history

They call from the trees and they breed
They dive from the sky and touch the sun
We wait from the wings for their poetry
They are our hearts in our Harmony

This is our world, our years they breathe
They nurture with hands held delicately
Your hopes and my desires, hymns of matrimony
We are the love of which Gods dream