Soft guitar whispers in the air,
Mountain shadows reach out, they surround,
As I wander through this tranquil prayer.
Earthy tones of the world come alive,
In the stillness, I'm finding my way,
With heartfelt verses and dreams that thrive,
Like the golden fields that dance in the sway.
Winding paths take me back to the start,
Where the sun kisses dew on the grass,
Each note I play, it echoes my heart,
In the silence, I hope that it lasts.
Footprints linger on this journey we've shared,
Carried softly on sweet morning light,
Each moment a treasure, each memory bared,
Under the watchful stars of the night.
The gentle breeze writes stories untold,
From the mountains high to the valleys deep,
And I hold every dream that the dawn enfolds,
As I wander this place where the wild things sleep.
So let the morning mist rise and reveal,
All the beauty that lingers and glows,
For in every corner, the heart can feel,
The love that the timeless horizon knows.
And as the day unfolds, I'll find my peace,
In simple joys, where the rivers flow,
With the earth as my canvas, my soul's release,
I’ll cherish these moments as they gently go.
Folk
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