Whispering trees, singing leaves,
The pathway calls, the pathway weaves.
Moon above, stars below,
Follow the light where dreams grow.
Walk the path and wander far,
Chase the glow of the evening star.
Round and round in circles trace,
In the garden, find your place.
Twisting vines and dappled light;
Every turn, a new delight.
Lost in echoes of laughter sweet;
In this dream, we dance and meet.