In the soft embrace of twilight’s glow,
On the hill where wildflowers grow,
Laughter echoes, light as a breeze,
Carried by whispers through the trees.
With every step, my spirit feels free,
The melody of life, a sweet symphony,
A dance of shadows, the twilight unfolds,
Each moment a treasure, more precious than gold.
Oh, the wood sings a song of the soul,
Where memories linger, and time takes its toll,
From the rustling leaves to the riverside tune,
I find peace in the night, beneath the bright moon.
We gather ‘round a fire, tales shared in the dark,
Voices lifting high, like a lark’s joyful spark,
With every chuckle, we paint the night bright,
In the warmth of connection, everything feels right.
As stars twinkle down like dreams from above,
We find in the silence, the depth of our love,
In the heart of the wood, where freedom takes flight,
We are woven together, like day into night.
So here’s to the moments, so precious, so rare,
To laughter and friendship, the beauty we share,
Though life may wander, and seasons may change,
In the whispers through the wood, our hearts will remain.
Folk
Wood, hill, laughter, freedom, soul