Beneath the whispering boughs, where sunlight weaves,
I find my solace low among the mossy roots.
The melody flows soft, as the heart believes,
Carried gently by the breeze, in earthy pursuits.
The distant hills are calling, their shadows long and true,
They beckon like old friends, with stories left to tell.
And in the fading twilight, under skies of deepening blue,
I roam their gentle valleys, where time slips with a spell.
The lantern light is flickering, casting golden dreams,
A dance of warmth and wonder, in the cool evening air.
With every soft strum of my heart, the world almost gleams,
In this quiet haven, free from sorrow and care.
So let the rustling leaves sing, let the night wrap me tight,
With whispers of the stars, and the secrets they confide.
I’ll wander ’neath their gaze, til the dawn brings forth its light,
In a timeless embrace, with the world as my guide.
For here among the mossy roots, where memories are made,
I’ll gather all the moments, like petals in a breeze.
And in that gentle stillness, I find the path I’ve laid,
While nature hums a soft tune, rustling through the trees.
And as the lantern flickers low, my song drifts on the night,
Carried by the soft strum of an old familiar tune.
In the heart of this wild place, where everything feels right,
I find my peace among the leaves, beneath a silver moon.
Folk
Rustling leaves, mossy roots, distant hills, lantern light, soft strum
Folk
Rustling leaves, mossy roots, distant hills, lantern light, soft strum