In the heart of the forest, where shadows dance and sunlight falters,
melodies flow like rivers, played in reverse, echoing forgotten romances.
Each note a step backward, retracing paths once walked beside the seasons,
with whispers that serenade the trees, their leaves sighing in syncopation.
The ground is soft underfoot, a carpet of moss cradling hesitant feet,
as eyes discover colors hidden within the silence—a lover’s touch,
each hue blooms where once it wilted, eternally tethered to a wistful glance.
And there, amidst the emerald cloak, your voice joins the nocturnal symphony.
When stars pierce the canopy, momentary lanterns of love’s memory
The moon, a silent listener, weaves its silver thread through the dark
Binding two souls in this ephemeral dance, played backward, yet moving forward
For in each reversed serenade lies the promise of dawn and new beginnings.