In the whispering woods where the shadows learn,
Beneath a canopy, I found a frosted fern.
The echoes of the past, like secrets softly spun,
Beneath a mossy cairn, where the rivers run.
The tethered soul of autumn dances in the air,
With every wandering breeze, it carries tales of care.
I wandered through the twilight, chasing dreams so light,
Through the murmurs of the night, where the stars ignite.
A distant bell is ringing, calling me back home,
To the heart of all my memories, where my heart can roam.
In the silence of the valley, where the shadows play,
I find peace in the echoes of a long-abandoned day.
With every path I wander, every story passed,
I gather up the moments, make the fleeting last.
In the twilight's gentle hush, I’ll find my way again,
Through the frosted fern and moss, where the earth's my friend.
So here I stand, a keeper of the tales untold,
In the linger of the evening, with the night so bold.
The world may shift around me, like the timeless sea,
But in the frosted fern and moss, I know I'm free.
And as the bell keeps ringing, it leads me through the night,
To the place where all is anchored, where the heart takes flight.
Here amidst the fern and stone, beneath the silvered sky,
I’ll weave the song of life, as the stars go by.
Folk
Frosted fern, mossy cairn, tethered soul, wandering breeze, distant bell
Folk
Frosted fern, mossy cairn, tethered soul, wandering breeze, distant bell