In the whispering woods where the shadows play,
Under a canopy, where the leaves sway,
The acoustic chords of an old guitar,
Echo gently beneath the evening star.
Rolling streams carry tales of the day,
With a melody woven in the soft ballet,
Warm tones dance lightly through the air,
With countryside dreams brushed through our hair.
Fading sunlight paints the world in gold,
As I sit by the water, feeling young, feeling old,
Timeless songs float like a fragrant sigh,
Weaving memories of the love we can’t deny.
The firelight flickers, casting dreams all around,
While the night wraps us in a tender sound,
Each note a reminder of times that we’ve shared,
In the heart of the forest, how little we bared.
So let the world turn with its restless sigh,
While the woodlands keep secrets that never die,
We’ll hum to the rhythms of nature’s sweet call,
In this haven of whispers, we’ll savor it all.
As the stars awaken in the velvety night,
Holding each moment in their shimmering light,
We’ll carry tomorrow on the path that we roam,
In the arms of the forest, we’ve found our home.
Folk
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