In the wildflower fields, where the soft echoes play,
I gather my thoughts like the leaves in the sway.
With the sun gently fading, casting shadows so long,
I hum a few notes, weaving heartfelt tunes strong.
Beneath the old oak tree, where the whispers reside,
The rustic vibes cradle, like a warm tender guide.
Peaceful sounds drifting, through the dusk’s golden haze,
Bringing light to the corners of my wandering gaze.
Glowing mornings awaken, as the world breathes anew,
The chill in the air brings the warmest of dew.
Each petal that dances, whispers secrets untold,
In a canvas of colors, where the stories unfold.
We’ll wander together, through the twilight’s embrace,
Finding solace in laughter, in this sacred place.
As the stars start to twinkle, and the crickets begin,
We’ll sing out our dreams, let the magic flow in.
So take my hand gently, let’s follow the streams,
Where the wildflower fields cradle our hopes and our dreams.
With each fading sunset, we’ll carry their light,
And cherish the moments that linger in night.
In the wildflower fields, where we pluck time like blooms,
In the heart of the silence, love softly resumes.
With the soft echoes fading, we won’t cling to the past,
For in glowing tomorrows, our memories will last.
Folk
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