In the morning light on the hill,
Where the air is fresh and the world stands still,
A breeze whispers softly, brushing my face,
Carrying echoes of joy to this place.
With a heart full of laughter, I dance in the dew,
The flowers are blooming, their colors so true,
Each petal a story, each leaf a sweet song,
In this sacred corner where I feel I belong.
Sunbeams are spilling like secrets untold,
They paint the horizon in hues of pure gold,
The shadows are fleeting, as day starts to rise,
Illuminating dreams that were born in the skies.
Come sit with me under the old willow tree,
We'll share all our wishes, just you wait and see,
With the breeze as our witness, and the sun overhead,
Our worries will vanish, like clouds we have shed.
As laughter entwines with the melody's flow,
We weave our own stories, let the magic grow,
In the morning light, with a heart vast and free,
We'll find all our answers in the rustling leaves.
And when evening falls with its blanket of night,
We'll carry the warmth of the day in our sight,
For every hill climbed and each laugh freely shared,
Makes this journey worth taking, shows how much we cared.
So let's cherish the moments, both big and small,
Let the laughter echo, let the light guide us all,
For in the morning stillness, two souls intertwined,
We'll carry the spirit of love, always kind.
Folk
Hill, morning, breeze, laughter, light