On quiet ridges where the eagles soar,
I lace up my dusty boots, heading out for more.
With a heart that's yearning, and a soul set free,
I wander through the valleys, as wild as can be.
Rolling streams whisper secrets in the breeze,
Carving paths through the meadow, dancing with the trees.
Every step is a rhythm, to a tune so sweet,
With tender melodies carried on my feet.
The campfire glows under the starlit sky,
Casting shadows on the memories as the night drifts by.
We gather ’round, sharing stories of old,
While wooden fences stand guard, cradling secrets untold.
Twilight whispers linger, soft as evening's breath,
Wrapping us in warmth, while the world finds rest.
With every flicker of the flame, dreams begin to flow,
In this quiet place, where hearts always know.
As the dawn breaks gently, and the stars fade away,
We'll hold on to these moments, let them guide our way.
For in the heart of the wild, we find our spirit's song,
On quiet ridges, where we truly belong.
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