In the golden hour, shadows softly play,
With whispers of the day, they guide me on my way.
Through the fields of wildflower thread,
Where dreams and memories are gently fed.
The heartwood song calls from deep within the trees,
A melody of love, carried by the breeze.
Each faltering step leads me closer to the truth,
In the sacred grove, I reclaim my youth.
Sunlight spills like honey over leaves of emerald green,
As laughter dances lightly in the spaces in between.
The echoes of the past blend with the here and now,
In this moment of forever, I renew my sacred vow.
With every breath, I surrender to the night,
Holding love like starlight, everything feels right.
The world may change, but these roots will hold me fast,
In the arms of nature, I find peace at last.
As the golden hour fades and darkness starts to creep,
I carry all that’s woven in the silence of my sleep.
For in this sacred grove, my soul has found its home,
Forever intertwined, no longer lost to roam.
Folk
Golden hour, wildflower thread, heartwood song, faltering steps, sacred grove
Folk
Golden hour, wildflower thread, heartwood song, faltering steps, sacred grove