Winslovia

Verse 1 Light drips through the pines in threads, Golden dust on mossy beds. Sandstone breathing warmth below, Creek hums secrets soft and low. Oaks lean in like listening friends, Deer appear, then fade again. Everything is slow and kind— A quiet shelter for her mind. Pre‑Chorus In the stillness, something stirs, A world that only speaks in whispers. Chorus Winslovia… A kingdom made of green and light, Where shadows soften into white. Where every burden falls away, Lost in the breath of a forest day. Winslovia… Where the world feels wide, And the trees stay by her side. Verse 2 Ferns unfold like fragile wings, Sassafras in gentle rings. Spiderwebs like silver lace, Morning paints the forest’s face. Box turtles with their ancient pace, Crows that watch with knowing grace. Every step a soft release— Here the wild becomes her peace. Bridge When the noise outside grows sharp and thin, She slips beneath the branches’ skin. Where sandstone glows and the wind moves slow, And the forest tells her what she needs to know. Final Chorus Winslovia… A kingdom made of green and light, Where shadows soften into white. Where every burden falls away, Lost in the breath of a forest day. Winslovia… Where the world feels wide, And the trees stay by her side.