Cloudy Days

Cloudy Days

Verse 1

I like the hush of cloudy days,

The world exhales in silent ways.

Cool yet warm, it wraps around,

Restless thoughts now softly bound.

Through forest my steps may roam,

Where earth whispers and leaves call home.

Gray clouds cling like memories old,

I wish time would stop and hold.

Chorus

In the stillness, solitude sings,

Not lonely, but with rightful wings.

The hush nods softly, "far or near,

stay in this moment, linger here."

The scent of pine drifts through the gray,

Ancient, clean, it threads the day,

A fragrance older than time,

A song of home, forever mine.

Verse 2

A meadow opens by the lake,

Water dreams, a mirrored wake.

A winding path of trees and sky

Leads deeper where life drifts by.

These gifts are ones most often missed:

Soft light, a world in gentle twist,

The quiet comfort, solitude's art,

A beauty ingrained in my heart.

Chorus

In the stillness, solitude sings,

Not lonely, but with rightful wings.

The hush nods softly, "far or near,

Stay in this moment, linger here."

The scent of pine drifts through the gray,

Ancient, clean, it threads the day,

A fragrance older than time,

A song of home, forever mine.

Chorus

In the stillness, solitude sings,

Not lonely, but with rightful wings.

The hush nods softly, "far or near,

Stay in this moment, linger here."

The scent of pine drifts through the gray,

Ancient, clean, it threads the day,

A fragrance older than time,

A song of home, forever mine.

The scent of pine drifts through the gray,

Ancient, clean, it threads the day,

A fragrance older than time,

A song of home, forever mine.

The scent of pine drifts through the gray,

Ancient, clean, it threads the day,

A fragrance older than time,

A song of home, forever mine.