In the whisper of the wandering winds,
Where tales of old embrace the trees,
I follow footsteps on the forest trails,
With echoes carried by the breeze.
Golden light spills through the branches high,
Casting shadows where the memories play,
Each step a heartbeat, a soft goodbye,
In the arms of nature, I long to stay.
With tender melodies that drift and sway,
Around the campfire's warmth we gather near,
The laughter dances like the flickering flames,
As friends weave stories for all to hear.
The drifting clouds above tell secrets low,
Painting dreams across the evening sky,
In this moment, time begins to slow,
As we lose ourselves in the lullaby.
The stars awaken, bright as your eyes,
A tapestry of wonders spun with grace,
In the hush of night, no need for disguise,
With every note, I find my place.
Though wandering winds may call me forth,
And the dawn will steal this tranquil bliss,
In my heart, I’ll carry the forest’s worth,
A symphony of love wrapped in the mist.
So here we stand, as the night wears thin,
With memories forged in the fire's glow,
In the echo of laughter where all began,
Together, forever, in harmony we'll go.
And when the sun breaks, painting skies anew,
I’ll wander on, but I won’t forget,
The tender moments shared with you,
In this world of wonder, there's no regret.
Folk
Wandering winds, acoustic echoes, golden light, forest trails, tender melodies, campfire warmth, drifting clouds