The ancient oaks have seen it all -
Lovers strolling hand in hand,
Sharing secret whispers, stolen kisses,
In this timeless, grassy land.
The rolling stream remembers still -
The tender words effused,
Declarations spoken from the heart,
Promises that love enthused.
The soaring skylark overhead
Trills its joyful refrain,
Echoing the bliss of lovers' souls
United once again.
Seasons come and seasons go,
The landscape shifts its face,
But true love endures all time and tide
In nature's sweet embrace.
The oaks, the stream, the skylark's song -
All know love never dies.
Through fire and storm it perseveres,
Immortal as the skies.
So take heart, dear lover, the land whispers,
Your bond with your beloved is sure.
Love is the force that turns the earth,
Its power is strong and pure.
Have faith that though seasons change,
Your love shall still remain.
For like nature's constancy it lives on
Despite sun, wind and rain.