In the open landscapes where wildflowers bloom,
Meadow whispers cradle the night's sweet tune,
Underneath the stars, where the soft breezes sigh,
Rustic chords strumming as the twilight goes by.
Fading echoes of laughter drift through the air,
As fireflies dance in the warmth we all share,
With tender tones weaving through the night so wide,
Holding our dreams where the gentle hearts bide.
The moon hangs low like a lantern's glow,
Guiding our steps where the wild rivers flow,
Each step on this path tells a story untold,
Of love that we cherish, and memories bold.
As shadows grow long and the night sways sweet,
We gather the moments that make us feel whole,
Letting our worries drift like leaves in the streams,
In this timeless embrace, we find solace in dreams.
So linger a while 'neath this starry expanse,
Where whispers of nature invite us to dance,
With every soft breeze, every flickering light,
We weave our own tales in the heart of the night.
And when the dawn breaks, painting skies anew,
We'll carry the echoes of meadows and you,
In the open landscapes, where every heart roams,
We’ll find our forever, in these fields we call home.
Folk
Open landscapes, meadow whispers, rustic chords, fading echoes, starry nights, soft breezes, tender tones