In the depths of ancient wind,
Where the shadows softly play,
Folk wisdom whispers through the trees,
Guiding lost souls on their way.
The forest weeps its gentle tears,
For stories carved in bark and stone,
And river tales of days gone by,
Echo through the heart alone.
Sacred flowers bloom in light,
Their colors dancing with the breeze,
Each petal holds a secret song,
A melody that brings you peace.
With every sigh the meadow sighs,
It breathes the morning soul anew,
As sunlight paints the world in gold,
And bathes the earth in vibrant hue.
So gather 'round and listen close,
To the murmurs of the leaves,
For in their rustling lies the truth,
That nature gently weaves.
The stories of the mountain high,
And valleys deep with silent grace,
Unfold within the heart's embrace,
A tapestry of time and place.
Let the river guide your dreams,
Let the ancient wind set you free,
In the laughter of the wildflowers,
Find your own philosophy.
For life's a journey, winding, vast,
With every step a tale to chart,
And in the beauty that surrounds,
Live fully with your meadow heart.
So as the day gives way to night,
And stars appear, a sight so bright,
Remember all the whispered truths,
That nature offers, pure delight.
For in the stillness, know you're part,
Of this grand story, played with art,
And let the echoes ever be,
A song that fills your wandering heart.
Folk
Folk wisdom, Forest tears, River tales, Ancient wind, Sacred flowers, Meadow heart, Morning soul
Folk
Folk wisdom, Forest tears, River tales, Ancient wind, Sacred flowers, Meadow heart, Morning soul