The wind hums low, the fire sighs, The stars lean close to hear our lives. Whispers drift through fields of gold, The earth remembers what it’s told. Bare feet in the grass, heart in the flow, River talkin’ truth only spirits know. Smoke curls up like prayers in the dark, Every ember a thought, every flame a spark. No walls, no names, just the breath of night, The moon paints peace in silver light. I lay my burdens where the stream bends low, And watch the old world quietly let go. Under the open sky, I find my name, Carved in the wind, in the softest flame. The stars don’t judge, the night don’t cry, I’m home again. under open sky. Every leaf’s a story, every stone’s a prayer, The Most High’s voice is written everywhere. The owl sings wisdom, the fire hums low, And I remember the path my spirit knows. Not lost, just listening, not weak, just still, Letting peace move the way it will. I don’t need much. just the earth, just the air, Just to feel that quiet love still there. Let the river take my sorrow, Let the dawn return tomorrow. Every breath, a song, a sign, the earth and I entwine. Under the open sky, I find my name, Carved in the wind, in the softest flame. The stars don’t judge, the night don’t cry, I’m home again. under open sky. In the glow of the fire, I hear Your name, In the wind through the trees, You sound the same. No temple, no walls. just truth and sky, And peace that never says goodbye.
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