In a moonlit meadow where the shadows play,
The silvered grass sways to the night’s soft sway,
An ancient willow whispers its gentle song,
And I find my heart where I truly belong.
The stone path winds through the evening’s embrace,
Each step reverberates with a tender grace,
An echoing wind carries dreams far away,
As I roam through the twilight, lost in the sway.
The stars are stitched in a velvet sky,
With secrets of lovers who dared to fly,
Their laughter is woven in the twilight hum,
As the world around me becomes so numb.
I close my eyes to the magic around,
The murmurs of nature, a sweet, soothing sound,
The night cradles softly, my worries set free,
In a moonlit meadow, my soul meets the sea.
Each moment suspended, where time has no claim,
The flickering fireflies, a dance with no name,
The willow stands watch with its branches spread wide,
Guarding the memories where heartstrings reside.
So let the night linger, let the shadows grow long,
In this sacred haven, we’ll sing our own song,
For in the moon’s glow, we’ve found our way home,
In this moonlit meadow, we’re never alone.
As the dawn whispers secrets, and the stars fade away,
I’ll carry the echoes of what night had to say,
With the dawn gently breaking, a new day begun,
In the heart of the meadow, our journey’s just won.
Folk
Moonlit meadow, willow song, stone path, echoing wind, twilight hum
Folk
Moonlit meadow, willow song, stone path, echoing wind, twilight hum