Beneath the rustling branches, where the soft winds play,
I wander through the twilight, as the world slips away.
Wooden fences line the pastures, memories etched in wood,
Each post a silent witness to the dreams that never Could.
The silent brook is murmuring under the fading starlight,
While shadows dance in circles, bidding hello, saying goodnight.
And in the open valley, the echoes start to roam,
Carrying the stories of a place we call home.
A shimmering creek beckons, where the seasons drift and sway,
Reflecting all the laughter of the gentle summer day.
On the timeless road I wander, through fields of golden hay,
Searching for a whisper that will guide me on my way.
The dusk wraps around me, like an old familiar song,
With every step I take here, I know where I belong.
In the heart of nature's canvas, where the wild winds sing,
I find a sense of solace in the peace that they bring.
As the stars begin to twinkle, and the night begins to hum,
I gather all these moments, like the soft beating drum.
With each verse that I'm singing, there's a truth that I can feel,
In this open valley wonder, a love that's warm and real.
So here beneath the starlight, where the twilight softly gleams,
I'll cherish every heartbeat, hold on tight to all my dreams.
For in the rustling branches and the whispers of the stream,
I find my path and purpose, wrapped in nature's timeless dream.
Folk
Rustling branches, Wooden fences, Silent brook, Fading starlight, Open valley, Shimmering creek, Timeless road
Folk
Rustling branches, Wooden fences, Silent brook, Fading starlight, Open valley, Shimmering creek, Timeless road