As I step outside to greet the day,
The wooden bridge stands tall and true,
Leading me down a winding way.
With a fishing line cast in my hand,
I’m ready for the peace that I can find,
Rolling hills beneath the sky so grand,
Nature’s whisper, a soothing sign.
The gentle breeze is a melody,
A peaceful tune that calls my name,
The rustling leaves, they dance with me,
In this quiet place, nothing feels the same.
I’ll leave my worries far behind,
With every step on this old path,
In the morning light, new dreams unwind,
I’ll find my joy, I’ll find my laugh.
The river flows like time itself,
Each ripple tells a story known,
Here in this moment, I feel my wealth,
In the rolling hills, I’ve finally grown.
As the sun climbs high in the sky,
I’ll hold this feeling deep inside,
With the wooden bridge and love nearby,
In this simple life, I’ll take great pride.
So here’s to mornings soft and bright,
To the fishing lines and the tunes that flow,
In the heart of peace, my soul takes flight,
On this winding road, I’ve learned to grow.
When the day ends and shadows play,
I’ll find my way back home,
In the morning light, I’ve found my way,
In this peaceful place, I’ll never roam.
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Morning light, wooden bridge, fishing line, rolling hills, peaceful tune