In the quiet woods where the shadows play,
Whispers of the trees share secrets of the day,
Tranquil harmonies drift on the breeze,
Carried by the rustle of the gentle leaves.
Golden reflections dance on the stream,
Moments captured softly in a timeless dream,
Rippling streams weave tales of the night,
Guiding lost souls toward the morning light.
The world slows down, wrapped in nature's embrace,
In this sacred silence, we find our place,
Soft songs echo from the heart of the glade,
Each note a memory that never will fade.
Rustic vibes strum a chord in my soul,
Breathing in the beauty makes me feel whole,
Twilight echoes call as the day turns to dusk,
In the hush of the evening, there's magic in trust.
So let the night settle, let the stars align,
Under the watch of the moon, your hand in mine,
We’ll wander through shadows, where time ceases flight,
In the quiet woods, our dreams take their flight.
When morning arrives with the sun's gentle brush,
We'll carry the whispers, feel the soft rush,
For in these serene moments, we truly belong,
Woven together in nature’s sweet song.
Folk
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