As the sun gently yields, footprints in the sand mark forgotten fields, wind chimes speak in hushed tones
Of secrets long forlorn, leading me where I belong
Lanterns glow softly on paths ancient and true
Guiding spirits, with each breath they renew
Soft petals fall, weaving tales so grand, in this quiet land where hearts understand
Moonlight guide my steps, through ancient trees and silent streams
A journey to lands unseen
Stars reflecting in the night echoes of time so pure and bright