Underneath the twilight sky,
Where the river meets the trees,
I find my heart is wandering,
Carried softly by the breeze.
The echoes of my journey call,
In the shadows of the pines,
With every step, I’m searching still,
For that hopeful, hidden sign.
The water flows, a soothing sound,
It tells the tales of days gone by,
With every ripple, I hear the dreams,
Of love, of laughter, and goodbye.
Through the turning leaves and fading light,
I tread the path I’ve known,
In the arms of these ancient woods,
I’ve never felt alone.
I find my solace where the wildflowers grow,
In the whispers of the river’s flow.
Nature’s song wraps around my soul,
And in her beauty, I am whole.
As dusk begins to paint the night,
The stars come twinkling into view,
I reach for them as they shine above,
And feel the warmth of memories too.
The journey’s long, but I carry on,
With hope lighting up my way,
For every bend, there’s something new,
As I cherish each passing day.
I find my solace where the wildflowers grow,
In the whispers of the river’s flow.
Nature’s song wraps around my soul,
And in her beauty, I am whole.
So here I stand beneath the moon,
With dreams as vast as the open skies,
The river winds, and my heart will roam,
With every echo, my spirit flies.
Tonight I’ll rest, but come the dawn,
I'll follow where the journey leads,
For by the river pine, I’m never lost,
In nature’s arms, my heart finds peace.
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