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This piece invites you into the silent cradle of winter—where endings are held softly in the frost and beginnings hum beneath the surface. Inspired by the eternal forest and the whispered rhythm of seasons, this music offers a space for gentle spiritual growth and inner listening. Whether you are crossing from one year to the next, or simply pausing to breathe in the stillness, may these tones resonate with what is quietly unfolding within you. Thank you for joining the Aeterna Silvae circle—where time is kind, and presence is home. 📜 Copyright Notice © Retro 80’s Radio. All music and lyrics are original works protected by copyright law. This recording is registered with digital rights management systems. Unauthorized use or reuploading is prohibited. Lyrics: AETERNA SILVAE (The Eternal Forest) VERSE I I did not enter the forest— it entered me. Through breath and bark, through the soft law of shade. Roots learned my pulse before my name was formed. Leaves held my secrets long before I spoke them aloud. PRE-CHORUS I Aeterna Silvae— where time loosens its grip and silence becomes a vow. VERSE II I walk where the light kneels, where moss keeps the memory of rain, where every wound is taught how to turn toward green. This is not escape. This is return. PRE-CHORUS II The forest does not ask me to rise— only to remain. CHORUS I sing with a voice made of loam and longing, of hunger that learned patience, of love that grew deeper instead of louder. Branches crown the unsayable. Shadows bless what survives. BRIDGE Aeterna Silvae— teach me the devotion of stillness, the courage of roots, the grace of enduring. If I must burn, let it be slow and fertile. If I must break, let it open the ground. FINAL CHORUS I belong to the green dark, to the breathing cathedral of leaves, to the place where grief is compost and longing learns how to live. OUTRO I am not lost. I am held. I am listening. Aeterna Silvae. The forest is eternal. And so is what remains. Copyright Celestine Silversong. #SpiritualMusic #WinterReflection #EtherealSong #MysticNature #NovaMusic #AeternaSilvae #AtmosphericMusic #ReflectiveSounds