In the hush of a fog-kissed dawn,
The world unfolds in a gentle yawn,
Drifting feathers on the whispering breeze,
Carried softly 'neath the ancient trees.
Pinecone whispers in the cool, still air,
Tell of secrets that the forest bears,
While shadows dance on the amber trails,
Mapping stories where the heart prevails.
Oh, the twilight of dreams where we used to roam,
In the echoes of laughter, we found our home,
Lost in melodies of a forgotten song,
The notes still linger, where we belong.
In the glimmering light of the rising sun,
We gather our memories, one by one,
With every step on this winding way,
We'll trace the paths where the wildflowers sway.
So hold my hand as the morning glows bright,
Together we'll wander into the light,
Through the whispers of pine, and the songs of the dawn,
In the heart of forever, we’ll carry on.
For every feather that falls from the sky,
Is a promise that love will never die,
And when the fog lifts, we'll see it all clear,
In the warmth of the dawn, we’ll find our way here.
With a smile in the eye and a song from the heart,
Each moment cherished, we’ll never part,
In the amber glow, where the wildflowers throng,
We’ll sing our forever to the forgotten song.
Folk
Fog-kissed dawn, drifting feathers, pinecone whispers, amber trails, forgotten song
Folk
Fog-kissed dawn, drifting feathers, pinecone whispers, amber trails, forgotten song