Proctecting the forest, with a mighty shroud.
Peeking through them, I see a big green field,
Where lovers go--and to their passions, yield.
Looking up at the clear blue sky,
Time goes by with the wink of an eye.
They are alone, in this mighty wood,
No one to disturb them..if ever they could.
Lost in their passion, oblivious to all,
Forest creatures stroll by them, big and small.
Unaware of their presence, the lovers will sleep,
And awake in the morning, in this forest so deep.
Out they will stroll, through those mighty trees,
That will keep their secrets, as they bend in the breeze.
