In golden fields where stories weave,
The rustic winds begin to breathe,
Soft strumming whispers through the air,
As twilight hues embrace the flare.
We wander down those mountain trails,
Where childhood laughter never pales,
Each step a note, a heartfelt ballad,
Echoes of dreams in nature's salad.
The gentle breeze carries the song,
Of fleeting days where we belong,
With open hearts and hands entwined,
In tranquil skies, our souls aligned.
We dance beneath the starlit glow,
The night’s embrace, a sweet tableau,
Time fades away, we’re lost in grace,
In this still moment, we find our place.
As golden fields whisper our names,
The rustic winds, they fan the flames,
Soft strumming lingers, never gone,
A tapestry of night and dawn.
So here we stand, with hope renewed,
In twilight hues, forever glued,
On mountain trails where love unfolds,
Our story told in gentle folds.
With every breath, our hearts will soar,
In tranquil skies, forevermore,
Let’s hold this world, and all its charms,
In golden fields, we find our arms.
Folk
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