In the quiet of the climbing hills,
Where mountain souls breathe in the chill,
Echoes of the ancient tales unfold,
In the gentle breeze, their secrets told.
With every step on the forest floor,
I hear the whispers of days of yore,
In the sunlight's gentle, dappled beams,
I chase the shadows of my forest dreams.
A river song flows through my veins,
Carrying stories like summer rains,
Each bubbling note a memory passed,
Through time and tides that forever last.
With a wooden heart forged in the past,
I wander through meadows where moments last,
Where flowers sway in a sacred dance,
And every breath gives the wild a chance.
The sacred wind carries me away,
Through twilight's glow and break of day,
An endless journey, a timeless flight,
In every whisper, there’s pure delight.
So here I stand, where the wild things roam,
In the heart of nature, I've found my home,
With mountain soul and river’s sway,
I’ll dance with dreams until the end of day.
And as the stars light up the night,
I close my eyes, and feel the light,
For in the whispers, I've come to see,
The wildwood sings forever free.
Folk
Mountain soul, Forest dreams, River song, Ancient tales, Wooden heart, Meadow dance, Sacred wind
Folk
Mountain soul, Forest dreams, River song, Ancient tales, Wooden heart, Meadow dance, Sacred wind