In the morning light, on the dewy grass,
Where the whispers of the wind move slow,
I hear the hushed ballads softly pass,
Singing tales of the earth, where the wildflowers grow.
Down the forest trails, where old pines stand,
Footsteps dance to a forgotten tune,
With timeless harmonies across the land,
Beneath the watchful eye of the harvest moon.
Through rustic fences, dreams intertwine,
Every knot and nail tells a story old,
In fields where the sun and the shadows align,
The echoes of laughter woven into gold.
So let the soothing tunes guide us along,
As we meander through memories sweet,
With every note, we create our song,
Each heartbeat a rhythm, where all souls meet.
When twilight warmth bathes the world in blush,
And the stars begin to spark the fading sky,
We’ll gather close in the evening hush,
With our hearts in harmony, together we’ll lie.
In that moment, with the night so kind,
Under blankets of dreams, we gently sway,
For in these simple joys, true peace we find,
As the whispers of twilight lead us on our way.
Folk
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