In the early light, where the shadows softly play,
The dew-kissed leaves gleam, and the night fades away.
With whispers of the wind, I wander through the fields,
Searching for the peace that a quiet heart reveals.
Oh, the beauty here, it calls me like a friend,
Each flower shares a secret of the time we spend.
But still, I feel the longing, like a song that's left unsung,
A melody of memories, a tale that's never done.
The sun climbs higher, casting warmth upon my soul,
While the world awakens, feeling younger, feeling whole.
With every step I take, the horizon spreads so wide,
Yet the echo of your laughter lingers by my side.
In the stillness of the meadow, where dreams are softly spun,
I gather up my thoughts, like petals in the sun.
Though the distance stretches on, and the journey feels so long,
Each breath beneath the sky reminds me where I belong.
So here I stand, concrete in this tranquil place,
The sunrise paints the canvas with its gentle grace.
With open arms I greet the day, letting go of all my fears,
For in this golden moment, I'm weaving through the years.
As twilight beckons softly, and the stars begin to shine,
I find solace in the memories still lingering in my mind.
With every sigh of yearning, a promise to release,
For I’ll always cherish moments found in meadows filled with peace.
Folk
meadow, sunrise, fields, peace, longing