Echoed laughter through the whispering trees,
Where the echoes of lost dreams drift upon the breeze.
Along the dusty trail where shadows softly play,
Lie the forgotten stories of the day.
A wandering poet strums a lonely song,
His heart filled with the memories of where he belongs.
The fading firelight dances on the ground,
As the stars above smile, guiding us around.
With every step I take, the night reveals its charm,
Where the starlit meadow wraps me in its arms.
The tales of those before, like leaves in the wind,
In this quiet place of solace, my journey will begin.
Oh, gather 'round the fire, let the flames bring light,
To the space where silence speaks in the still of night.
Let the whispers of the past echo through the air,
And the warmth of fading embers chase away despair.
So we raise our voices high, in harmony we find,
Bridging gaps of time with the stories intertwined.
For in every heart that wanders, there’s a flame that glows,
Igniting hope and dreams that the twilight softly knows.
As dawn begins to break, and the stars start to fade,
We’ll carry these moments, in the choices that we’ve made.
Though the path may twist and turn, through joy and through sorrow,
In the starlit meadow, we’ll find a brighter tomorrow.
Forever echoes linger, in the songs that we sing,
A tapestry of life woven with the love we bring.
So here beneath the sky, with every breath we take,
We’ll cherish the whispers, for our memories' sake.
Folk
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