In the whisper of the prairie heart,
Where the golden grasses sway,
I find my voice in nature’s art,
As the clouds begin to play.
The forest wind, it calls my name,
With secrets in its breeze,
It dances 'round like playful flames,
And carries me with ease.
Oh, mountain soul, rise high and free,
Above the world’s embrace,
You cradle dreams and set them free,
In that untouched, sacred space.
Through garden dreams of blooming light,
I wander, soft and slow,
With every petal, every sight,
A promise wrapped in glow.
Now hear the song of river dance,
It sings of ages past,
Each ripple tells a tale, a chance,
Of love that holds steadfast.
Across the sacred soil we tread,
With ancient tears we weep,
For echoes of the lives we led,
In dreams both great and deep.
So let the prairie heart be strong,
The forest wind, a guide,
With mountain soul, we can’t go wrong,
Together, side by side.
In the twilight’s warm embrace,
We find what we hold dear,
With a heart that knows its place,
Our path becomes so clear.
And when the night comes softly round,
With starlight overhead,
We'll gather 'neath this hallowed ground,
And cherish what is said.
In the quietude, we’ll find our way,
As every shadow fades,
For tomorrow brings the light of day,
And in that hope, we’re made.
Folk
Prairie heart, Forest wind, Mountain soul, Garden dreams, River dance, Sacred soil, Ancient tears
Folk
Prairie heart, Forest wind, Mountain soul, Garden dreams, River dance, Sacred soil, Ancient tears