In the quiet of the morning, where the shadows softly play,
Stands a mossy bridge, beneath the cedar sway.
Weathered hands have crossed it, through the trials of the years,
Tracing paths of laughter, echoing through fears.
The river sings a lullaby, wrapped in nature’s arms,
While the rustling ferns around us know our hidden charms.
Every whispered secret lingers, carried on the breeze,
As we dance beneath the twilight, hearts at ease with ease.
Moonlit glow upon our faces, like a story yet untold,
Guiding us through seasons, as the night begins to fold.
With every step we wander, there’s a magic in the air,
Binding us together, weaving dreams with tender care.
So let the world keep turning, with its struggles and its pain,
We'll find our strength in moments, in the laughter, in the rain.
Through the journey we will treasure, every rise and every fall,
For on this mossy bridge we stand, we’ve got each other, after all.
As the stars unveil their silver, and the night begins to sigh,
We’ll hold close the memories, like the moon up in the sky.
In the rustling ferns and cedar hum, our spirits intertwine,
Upon this mossy bridge, forever you’ll be mine.
Folk
Mossy bridge, weathered hands, cedar hum, moonlit glow, rustling fern
Folk
Mossy bridge, weathered hands, cedar hum, moonlit glow, rustling fern