Letras
Mist starts to linger on fields of gold,
Whispers of change in the morning cold.
Wild geese fly north beneath painted skies,
Tracing new paths as the seasons rise.
Every moment is a fleeting song,
Nature's rhythm pushing life along.
From blossoms bright to antlers shed,
Time moves forward where memories tread.
In mist and flight, we find our way,
Seasons shifting with each passing day.
The first lotus blooms in waters still,
A quiet promise, a whispered thrill.
Deer shed their crowns, leaving behind
The weight of old days, light in mind.
Every moment is a fleeting song,
Nature's rhythm pushing life along.
From blossoms bright to antlers shed,
Time moves forward where memories tread.
In mist and flight, we find our way,
Seasons shifting with each passing day.
Mists will rise and fall again,
Geese will seek new skies to wend.
Blossoms bloom, and antlers fall―
Cycles of life, embracing it all.
Mist lingers long as dusk draws near,
Bringing with it both hope and fear.
But even in endings, there lies rebirth,
As time renews the soul and earth.
Every moment is a fleeting song,
Nature's rhythm pushing life along.
From blossoms bright to antlers shed,
Time moves forward where memories tread.
In mist and flight, we find our way,
Seasons shifting with each passing day.