In the shadow of the whispered pines,
Where echoes of the past intertwine,
A golden song drifts through the air,
And memories awaken, vibrant and rare.
Down by the faded river’s edge,
I find solace on this old, worn ledge,
The waters carry tales long gone,
Of love and laughter, life’s sweet song.
The rusted lantern lights my way,
Leading me back to yesterday,
Where dreams were forged in the twilight's glow,
And the heart knew paths it longed to follow.
Through fields of green and skies of blue,
I searched for signs, for hints of you,
Every step upon that winding trail,
Reveals the secrets that never pale.
As shadows stretch and daylight fades,
I wander through the memories made,
With whispers wrapped in the evening breeze,
I close my eyes and find my peace.
The golden song, it softly plays,
A reminder of those vibrant days,
With every note, the silence breaks,
Returning me home, where my heart awakes.
So here I stand, 'neath the darkening night,
With a rusted lantern, my guiding light,
I’ll cherish the moments, let memories flow,
For the paths that we walk, forever will grow.
And as I leave this place behind,
I carry the warmth of love entwined,
With each step forward, I'm never alone,
For in whispered pines, I’ve found my home.
Folk
Rusted Lantern, Whispered Pines, Golden Song, Faded River, Worn Path
Folk
Rusted Lantern, Whispered Pines, Golden Song, Faded River, Worn Path