The forest stands in solemn grace,
Where silent cries find their place.
Among the trees, whispers grow,
In every leaf, a tale of woe.

The wind carries a mournful tune,
Beneath the pale and watchful moon.
Echoes linger, soft and low,
In the shadows where memories flow.

In the heart of every bough,
Resides a grief we can’t disavow.
Each branch, a silent witness bears,
The weight of unspoken prayers.

Through the mist, the past entwines,
With every breeze, the sorrow aligns.
The forest weeps in gentle sighs,
Where every soul’s lamentation lies.

Yet in the stillness, life persists,
In every tear the earth resists.
Hope sprouts where the shadows fall,
And silent cries embrace us all.