In the hush of twilight, where the shadows weave,
Through the whispering pines, on the hills I leave,
A path that winds gently, through the night's embrace,
In the solitude of dreams, I find a sacred place.
Chasing echoes of laughter, that dance on the breeze,
With every silent step, I feel the world at ease,
Beneath a silver moon, that hangs like a sigh,
The stars paint my journey, as I wander by.
In the heart of the woods, where the wildflowers grow,
I listen to the secrets that the night winds know,
Each rustle and murmur, a story to tell,
Of life’s quiet magic, where the spirit dwells.
Here in this stillness, the worries fade wide,
With each breath of the pine trees, I’m cast out and tied,
To dreams softly stirring, through the cool night air,
A longing for freedom, a hope laid bare.
So let the moonlight guide me, on this tranquil night,
Past the hills and valleys, under stars shining bright,
In the quiet of solitude, my soul finds its tune,
As I dance with the shadows, beneath the glowing moon.
And when the dawn approaches, with its tender grace,
I’ll carry this moment, this unhurried pace,
For in every fleeting dream, lies a heart that knows,
Life's beauty is fleeting, like the night’s soft glow.
So here's to the pine trees, the hills, and the sky,
To the whispers of the night and the dreams that fly high,
In this fleeting journey, where the wild spirits roam,
I found my peace in the solitude, forever my home.
Folk
Pine, hills, moon, solitude, dream