In the heart of the forest, where whispers breathe,
A melody dances upon the soft leaves.
The shadows are curling, casting stories untold,
While the stars up above shine like jewels made of gold.
With a gentle breeze weaving through the night,
I gather my thoughts as the lanterns ignite.
The warmth of the hearth glows, a fire’s tender embrace,
Holding a promise within this sacred space.
The strings of my longing strum softly in tune,
As the owls serenade to the light of the moon.
Each note is a compass, guiding me near,
To the dreams that I wander, dispelling my fear.
In the stillness I find all the parts of my soul,
The forest, the shadows, they beckon me whole.
With the heart of a drifter, I tread on this ground,
For in nature’s grasp, there’s hope to be found.
So let the stars witness where my journey leads,
In the lull of the evening, with whispers like seeds.
For as long as there's a breeze to follow my way,
I’ll wander through shadows, and live for today.
With each step I take, another path will unfold,
The stories of ages wrapped in tales of old.
And when the dawn breaks, painting skies anew,
I’ll carry the forest, the shadows, with you.
Folk
Forest, Shadows, Breeze, Hearth, Strings, Stars, Wander