In the morning haze where the soft light plays,
I wander through fields where my heart stays,
Gentle strings whisper tunes from afar,
Rustic paths lead me where wildflowers are.
With dewy leaves glistening under the sun,
Each step a heartbeat 'til the day is done,
Heartfelt melodies float on the air,
A song of the earth, a breath that we share.
Wooden echoes call from the forests deep,
Where shadows dance softly, and secrets keep,
Open landscapes stretch wide, free as the breeze,
Drawing me closer to moments like these.
As twilight falls gently, the stars come alive,
I gather these echoes where memories thrive,
In the warmth of the night, under skies so vast,
I hold all these dreams, forever to last.
So let the morning haze bring me back to you,
Through rustic paths winding, in colors so true,
With gentle strings playing our story once more,
I’ll cherish the journey to whatever’s in store.
And as the day fades, we’ll carry the song,
In the heart of the night, place where we belong.
For every sweet moment we get to embrace,
Is a timeless reminder of love’s gentle grace.
Folk
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