Through the meadow trails ahead, where the wildflowers dance,
I’ll wander softly on the path, lost in nature’s glance,
The quiet streams are calling, whispering tales untold,
In the warmth of fading daylight, the world turns to gold.
With soft strings gently playing, harmonies arise,
Underneath the glowing light, painted in twilight skies,
Each note a timeless journey, through the whispers of the trees,
Rustic spirits guiding me, carried on the breeze.
We’ll trace the winding rivers, where the lily pads lay,
In the laughter of the waters, our worries drift away,
Hand in hand we’ll meander, where the shadows softly creep,
As the sun dips below mountains, we’ll find our dreams in sleep.
From the meadows to the valleys, where the stars begin to glow,
We’ll weave our stories softly, in the night’s gentle flow,
With every step revealing, the beauty that we feel,
In the echo of the moonlight, our hearts begin to heal.
So let’s stroll among the memories, let the evening last,
With the promise of tomorrow, holding on to what’s passed,
In this world of fleeting moments, let’s make every second shine,
For in the fading twilight, your heart will always be mine.
As silent echoes linger, and the stars begin to twirl,
We’ll cherish every heartbeat, in this timeless, endless world.
Folk
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