In the morning light, where the shadows lie,
Hushed tones whisper stories of the passing sky.
Through the fields so wide, where the wildflowers play,
Countryside echoes call, weaving dreams into the day.
Golden mornings rise, as the dew begins to glow,
With each breath I take, I feel the gentle flow.
Acoustic tales linger, in the arms of gentle winds,
Sharing timeless tunes where the heartache softly thins.
Down the winding paths where the old oaks sway,
I find solace in the melodies that guide my way.
Every note a memory, every chord a bond so true,
In this symphony of nature, I can always start anew.
So let the breezes carry me, across the fields I roam,
With wooden fences standing guard, I know I’m never alone.
As the sunlight dances, casting shadows on the ground,
I savor every moment, in this magic I've found.
For life is but a canvas, painted in hues so bright,
With each strum and pluck, I chase away the night.
Through the soothing winds, where the laughter lifts my heart,
I’ll sing my song forever, in this place that I call art.
So here’s to that horizon, where the skies and river meet,
Where dreams are stitched together with every heartbeat.
In the symphony of nature, I’m forever bound to stay,
With wooden fences as my guide, I’ll wander and I’ll play.
Folk
Wooden fences, hushed tones, countryside echoes, golden mornings, acoustic tales, soothing winds, timeless tunes