In the valley where the soft winds sigh,
The dawn awakens with a tender light,
Painting gold and rose across the sky,
Chasing shadows of the quiet night.
Roots run deep in the earth below,
Their stories linger in the rustling leaves,
The song of nature, a melody slow,
Echoing secrets that the heart believes.
Whispers of the past, they call my name,
In the stillness, I hear their sweet refrain,
A symphony of peace, so pure, so plain,
Guiding me gently through joy and pain.
As the sun climbs high, it warms my soul,
With every ray, I feel the pain unwind,
In this sacred place, I'm finally whole,
Every heartbeat blends with the world unconfined.
So let us gather, hand in hand we'll stand,
In the valley where dreams take their flight,
With roots entwined and love as our brand,
Together we'll dance beneath the morning light.
In the valley where the soft winds sigh,
We'll find our peace as the days go by,
With whispers of hope in the morning's embrace,
We craft our forever, our sacred place.
Folk
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