In the hush of the evening glow,
Where the golden skies begin to show,
Whispers of the countryside tales,
Dance in the air like autumn gales.
Soothing strings on the porch we play,
Rustic warmth in the fading day,
The echoes of laughter, the gentle sound,
In this tranquil haven, our hearts are bound.
Underneath trees with leaves of fire,
We weave our dreams, unfurl our desire,
Hushed verses carried on the breeze,
A melody lingers among the trees.
With every note, the world feels right,
In the glow of the fading light,
Stories unfold as the shadows grow,
Life’s simple pleasures, a comforting flow.
Through fields of gold where the sun has kissed,
Moments like these, we simply can’t miss,
In the fading dusk, the stars will rise,
Painting the night with silvered skies.
So let’s hold this moment, let it last,
With autumn breezes, we’re free at last,
As the night embraces, we’ll softly sing,
To the echoes of love that autumn brings.
With every heartbeat, we’ll find our way,
Through the rustic warmth of the end of day,
In this timeless dance, where our spirits roam,
We’ll carry the tales of this place we call home.
Folk
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