In the shadow of the mountain, where the tall pines sway,
The wind carries whispers of stories old and gray.
With every breath it takes, it dances through the trees,
Inviting me to listen to the tales upon the breeze.
The sun spills golden warmth on the hillside far and wide,
As we gather ‘round the fire, hearts open, smiles wide.
Your laughter rings like silver, brightening the night,
Each chuckle tells a chapter, every giggle feels so right.
In the echoes of the twilight, our dreams begin to soar,
We share the weight of every worry, leave them at the door.
As shadows stretch and mingle, we hold our glasses high,
To the moments spent together, beneath the starlit sky.
The wind may change its course, but the mountains stand so tall,
With every bend and twist in life, we find a way through all.
For every sigh and heartbeat, a memory we share,
Each page of our adventures, laced with love and care.
So let’s carve our names in laughter, on the horizon's face,
In the tapestry of seasons, we’ll find our cozy place.
And when the world grows weary, and days grow dim and cold,
We’ll spin the threads of our story with the warmth of love we hold.
Together, we’ll keep climbing, chasing sunsets into night,
With every summit conquered, our spirits taking flight.
For on this path of laughter, with the wind beneath our song,
We’ll write the tale of living, where tomorrow keeps us strong.
Underneath the boundless sky, our hearts will always play,
In the land of laughter's echo, forever we'll stay.
Folk
Horizon, laughter, mountain, wind, story