In the meadow where we roam,
As the golden sun dips low,
Whispers of the evening breeze,
Carry tales of long ago.
With each step, a story grows,
Of laughter shared and dreams we chase,
By the banks of a gentle river,
We find our hearts in this embrace.
Both feet planted on soft ground,
As the world spins a tranquil tune,
Nature sings a lullaby,
Beneath a watchful, silver moon.
With each ripple, memories flow,
A journey carved in starlit night,
When shadows dance and fireflies glow,
We lose ourselves in the soft twilight.
Let the winds guide our weary souls,
Through the valleys, over hills,
With the promise of tomorrow's dawn,
And the warmth that kindness fills.
For every path we wander down,
And every tear that we may shed,
In the heart of the meadow,
We'll weave the threads of what we've said.
So take my hand, let's walk awhile,
Through the whispers of the trees,
With laughter floating on the air,
As we share our hopes and dreams.
For in this sacred, serene space,
No fear shall dwell, no pain shall start,
Together we shall find our way,
With the river's song within our heart.
At the end of this winding road,
We'll rest beneath the skies so wide,
Knowing every step we've taken,
Has brought us closer, side by side.
So let the meadow hold our memories,
As the sun begins to part,
In the stillness of this moment,
We'll cherish what it means to start.
Folk
Meadow, breeze, river, heart, journey