The Grove Remembers - Druid of the land Song

[Intro - Whispering wind, distant roots shifting, forest ambience, slow heartbeat of earth] I hear the stone breathe under waking sky I hear the rivers where the old gods lie I walk through silence where the branches sigh And every shadow learns the reason why [Verse 1 - 8 lines] I tend the roots where ancient green begins to grow I heal the scars where wandering winds still gently blow I speak in cycles only living forests know I shape the soil where quiet seasons rise and flow At forest’s edge I meet the cutter resting low A weary man whose hands still learn what they must sow He speaks of life in every tree he must let go And plants new hope where broken seedlings learn to grow [Pre-chorus 1 - 2 lines] Between the bark and dusk our hearts begin to bloom and bind The forest listens, holds our fragile truth entwined [Chorus 1 - 4 lines] The grove remembers every breath we shared in green The grove remembers what the roots have always seen In every leaf your name is written soft and clean In every wind I feel the love we might have been [Verse 2 - 8 lines] The seasons shift, the balance starts to slowly strain The edge of wood becomes a wound of iron and pain The cutters come with crowned decree and distant reign They take the flesh of bark and leave the hollowed plain He does not come, the forest speaks of loss and pain The sap runs cold like rivers after endless rain The banners burn where once we spoke in calm refrain And all I find are broken paths and silent chain [Pre-chorus 2 - 2 lines] The roots confess the truth beneath the dying flame They whisper of the hands that tore away your name [Chorus 2 - 4 lines] The grove remembers every wound that split the ground The grove remembers where your final breath was found In shattered bark I hear your silence all around In broken green your absence grows without a sound [Bridge - Deep earth resonance, gathering wind, animal calls fading into tension] I call the beasts from hollow den and sleeping stone I call the rivers to reclaim what men have known I call the wind to carve their steel into the bone I call the roots to rise and break the carved throne The forest answers not in rage but sacred will The soil remembers every drop of blood it still The branches rise like judgment sharpened, cold and still And every breath of earth obeys the balance’s thrill [Pre-chorus 3 - 2 lines] No longer mine alone the will that moves the night The grove becomes the law, the end, the endless light [EPIC Final Chorus] The grove remembers, now it speaks through roots and air The grove remembers every trespass, every tear In every storm your memory is carved so clear In every branch I feel the consequence draw near The grove remembers what was taken, what was torn The grove remembers every silence born and sworn Through every leaf a thousand warnings now are worn And I become the storm where broken worlds are reborn [Outro - Soft rain, regrowth, distant heartbeat, rising quiet life] The grove does not speak my name as it once did Only wind moves through what was broken and mended Where grief once stood, the soil remembers no end And life returns where endings were intended I do not claim what the forest chooses to grow I do not name what only seasons will know But in the silence where the old world fell low Something begins beneath the roots I now sow