In a meadow where the whispers play,
The wind carries secrets from far away,
A gentle breeze sings to the trees,
While the silence cradles my heart with ease.
I close my eyes to the fading light,
Each blade of grass a dancer in flight,
The sun dips low, casting shadows long,
Where memories linger like an old sweet song.
Oh, how I wish we could stay right here,
With nature's choir and the sky so clear,
But time keeps rushing, like a stream unchained,
Yet in this moment, I remain unclaimed.
The flowers bloom in a tapestry bright,
And even the stars are burning for the night,
Every note of the winds, a promise held tight,
In this meadow, I find my heart's true light.
As twilight whispers, I know it's near,
The silence wraps me, without a single fear,
For every parting holds a reason and grace,
And in my heart, love will find its place.
I’ll walk away, but I’ll carry the song,
Of the meadow where the whispers belong,
Every rustling leaf, every breeze that I’ve known,
Will remind me of the love that’s now my own.
So here's to the moments that softly impart,
The echoes of laughter, and the beats of my heart,
In the stillness of night, where the wildflowers roam,
I'll remember this meadow, my spirit's true home.
Folk
Meadow, wind, song, silence, heart