In the whispering woods where the wildflowers grow,
Down a winding trail where the soft winds blow,
I hear the echoes of laughter that danced in the air,
Carried by memories that linger still there.
With each step I take, I’m retracing my past,
Through shadows of moments, where freedom was cast,
The sunlight kisses the leaves as they sway,
Reminding me gently of those precious days.
Chasing the twilight, we’d race the sun down,
Finding our fortunes in the soft, mossy ground,
With heartbeats that thundered, we’d climb to the skies,
While dreaming of futures, we’d never disguise.
But life, like the seasons, can turn on a dime,
Yet each thread of sorrow is woven with rhyme,
For hope is a lantern that lights up the dark,
A promise that whispers, “Just follow your heart.”
Now with every footfall, as the years drift away,
I cherish the moments like whispers of May,
Through woodlands and valleys, I’ll carry the flame,
For laughter and memory forever remain.
So let’s meet in the meadows, where the tall grasses swayed,
Underneath the old oak tree, in the shade’s cool cascade,
And we'll weave all our stories 'til the day turns to night,
Forever in the whispering woods, our hearts will take flight.
Folk
Wood, trail, laughter, memory, hope