Waterfall song lyrics

The air thrummed with an unfamiliar melody, a song that seemed to weave itself from the very mist of the newly vibrant forest. Lyra paused, her hand resting on the cool, smooth surface of the rose crystal, which pulsed with a gentle, steady light against her palm. It wasn't the song of birds, nor the rustling of leaves, but something far more ancient and resonant. It was the sound of water, yet it carried words, a chorus that echoed with an ethereal beauty.

"Gathering around the town," the voices sang, clear and bright, as if carried on a summer breeze. "Let's take you down to see what inside of the forest." Lyra strained to hear, her heart quickening. The melody was enchanting, drawing her deeper into the blooming woods, where flowers of impossible hues unfurled at every step. "Its beauty's come from many times," the song continued, a wistful undertone creeping into the harmony. "A heart of the paw, that was a story to tell you."

She looked at the crystal in her hand, the paw prints etched into its surface seeming to glow warmer with each word. This was the story, then. The crystal’s origin, the heart of the forest’s magic, bound to the paw prints. But the song held a warning, a shadow lurking beneath its cheerful cadence.