In the meadow of morning light,
Where the dew drops cling to grass so bright,
There’s a whisper in the air, soft and clear,
An echo of your laughter, I can hear.
With every step I take, the world stills down,
As if the heart of the earth wears a crown.
The silence sings, and my soul does soar,
In those gentle moments, I long for more.
The sun spills gold through the leaves above,
And shadows dance like ribbons of love.
Each breath I take feels like a song,
In this quiet haven where I belong.
The breeze carries tales of ways gone by,
And beneath the vast, unending sky,
I think of you, of your touch, your grace,
In the meadow of morning, I find my place.
With the echoes of laughter, the heartbeat, the song,
I carry your spirit, where it feels like home.
Though time may lead us down separate roads,
In the silence, your memory glows.
So let the morning come, let it rise anew,
In the meadow, my heart will always choose you.
And as the day fades into twilight’s embrace,
I’ll cherish this moment, time's tender face.
In the still of the night, as the stars gleam above,
In the meadow of morning, I’ll hold onto love.
Folk
Meadow, morning, echo, heart, silence