In the field at dusk, where the shadows play,
The whispers of the evening chase the light away.
With each step I wander, through the tall, green grass,
I gather up the stories of the moments that have passed.
The sun bows low, painting colors in the sky,
A canvas of dreams where the echoes never die.
In harmony with silence, as the birds take flight,
I listen to the secrets woven in the night.
The breeze it tells a tale, of lives once interlaced,
Of laughter shared and sorrow, in this tender place.
Every blade of grass, a note in nature's song,
Reminds me that the journey is where I belong.
With my heart wide open, I can feel the world breathe,
In the twilight's embrace, every soul finds belief.
As stars begin to shimmer, like jewels in the dark,
I follow the path ahead, guided by a spark.
For in the field at dusk, there's a magic all around,
The stories of the past echo softly through the ground.
And as the night surrounds me, I take it with grace,
Each step forward in the quiet, finds a home in this space.
So let me wander gently, beneath the silver moon,
With the shadows as my partners, I'll be dancing soon.
For every night that's falling, writes a new history,
In the field at dusk, I find my melody.
With the final note of twilight, I take a breath, so deep,
In the harmony of nightfall, I'm cradled into sleep.
As the stars blink their secrets, and the world softly sighs,
I carry forth the stories written in the skies.
Folk
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