[Intro]
Dew on the moss, a hush before the day,
Whispers rise as light finds its way.
[Verse 1]
One morning before the village woke, Rose walked into Whispering Woods,
A garden-woven forest waking slow, with blooms in quiet moods.
Velvet-red roses bowed as she passed, a friendly, guiding light,
Jasmine and earth filled the air, a scent that made her laugh bright.
The moss and petals crunch softly beneath her feet as she moves,
The clearing ahead sways with wild flowers, inviting her to choose.
[Chorus]
In waking light the woods sing back her name,
Petals glow like halos around her gentle flame,
Dawn keeps her compass; the path feels true,
Whispering Woods remembers her, guiding her through.
[Verse 2]
By the clearing, wild luminous flowers swayed—bluebells, yellow buttercups, and deep purple violets,
"You are all so beautiful today," she whispered aloud to their bright quiet riot.
The forest floor crackles with moss and scattered petals beneath her feet,
She breathes in their color and lets the dawn slow wrap around her sweet.
[Chorus]
In waking light the woods sing back her name,
Petals glow like halos around her gentle flame,
Dawn keeps her compass; the path feels true,
Whispering Woods remembers her, guiding her through.
[Bridge]
The trees murmur legends, guiding every step she takes,
Morning keeps a secret only brave hearts awake.
If she forgets, the woods remember her face,
And promise to meet her there at every sunrise.
[Chorus]
In waking light the woods sing back her name,
Petals glow like halos around her gentle flame,
Dawn keeps her compass; the path feels true,
Whispering Woods remembers her, guiding her through.
[Outro]
She returns to the village with a garden in her stride,
The whispers stay in her pocket, a spark she cannot hide.
