In Thracuan's tale

Verse 1: In the woods, deep and still, A fox named Me, follows his will. Through the leaves, the wind whispers low, Telling tales, as old as the snow. Chorus: Paws and leaves, in harmony they dance, In Thracian's tale, where hopes advance. Florian, you bring this world to light, Where every moment, like a painting, shines bright. Verse 2: Each season brings its hue and glow, Me's journey continues, against fate's flow. Memories whisper, softly through the space, Guiding him onward, to an ancient place. Chorus: Paws and leaves, in harmony they dance, In Thracian's tale, where hopes advance. Florian, through your hands comes alive, An adventure, that joy and tears derive.