In the meadow, where the wild winds play,
A gentle path unfolds beneath the sky,
With whispers of a dream, that call my heart to stay,
And dance with every note the breezes try.
The sun dips low, a brush of gold and blue,
The shadows stretch like stories long untold,
Each step I take leads me closer to the truth,
A song of life that’s sung in warmth and cold.
In the harmony of nature’s tender breath,
The rustling leaves become a symphony,
A lullaby that weaves through life and death,
And speaks of time’s sweet, endless reverie.
The flowers sway, their colors bright and true,
Like secrets shared among the birds in flight,
While dreams are spun from every morning dew,
In this embrace, my soul takes gentle flight.
So let the winds lead me where they will,
Through winding paths that beckon me to roam,
In nature’s arms, my heart is calm and still,
A meadow's whisper calls me home.
And when the stars light up the dusky sky,
I'll trace the steps where every dream began,
In harmony, I’ll breathe and softly sigh,
For in this sacred place, I’ve found my land.
Folk
Meadow, wind, path, dream, harmony