In the velvet shadows where the whispers play,
The dusk unfolds, it softly sways,
With pinewood hum, the trees stand tall,
Their secrets curled like ribbons, they call.
Through woven threads of silver light,
I wander where the day meets night,
By the quiet creek where the wildflowers grow,
I find my heart, and I let it flow.
The night air dances with a starlit melody,
Carrying tales of ancient trees,
Each note a promise, a story to weave,
Of all the moments that we believe.
In the stillness of the evening’s sigh,
I hear the echoes of a fleeting time,
Where laughter lingers ‘neath the moonlit glow,
And dreams take root in the tales we sow.
So gather ‘round, my friends, come near,
In the fabric of night, let go of fear,
Let’s sing together ‘neath this vast expanse,
For in the velvet shadows, we find our chance.
With every footstep, the world feels right,
As we weave our dreams in the soft twilight,
And when morning breaks with a gentle tease,
We’ll hold our stories like leaves in the breeze.
As the sun rises, we’ll softly part,
But the music of the night stays in our heart,
In the echoes of laughter, the glow of the dawn,
We carry each other ‘til the shadows are gone.
Folk
Velvet shadows, pinewood hum, woven threads, quiet creek, starlit melody
Folk
Velvet shadows, pinewood hum, woven threads, quiet creek, starlit melody