In the embrace of the dawn, where the shadows fade away,
I feel the whispering breeze, inviting me to stay.
With every step, I take this path, where my spirit learns to roam,
Tracing back the gentle roots that weave the fabric of my home.
The melody of morning calls, a sweet and simple song,
It carries tales of journeys past, where all our hearts belong.
Through valleys deep and mountains high, I wander hand in hand,
With every note that flows from me, I carve this sacred land.
I’ve walked through fields of golden grain, and danced in summer rain,
With laughter chasing memories, and joy to ease the pain.
The stories told by elder trees speak softly of their time,
Their branches hold the secrets of our lives, both yours and mine.
And as I roam these winding roads beneath the stretching sky,
The beauty of the wild surrounds, and I can’t help but sigh.
With each fresh dawn, a chance to find the dreams that lie ahead,
In harmony with nature’s pulse, my heart is ever led.
The roots beneath the surface grow, entwined with every breath,
They tell of love, of loss, of hope—a cycle never met with death.
For every journey takes its toll, it shapes us day by day,
Yet in each breeze, I feel the strength that guides me on my way.
So let me sing this humble song, beneath the morning light,
A hymn to all that I hold dear, from shadows into bright.
For in the dawn’s embrace, I stand, a traveler on my quest,
With roots that ground me to the earth, I find my heart at rest.
Folk
Roots, journey, dawn, breeze, song