Track Insight / Lyrics
Dust motes dance in fading light,
A weathered wood, a welcome sight.
Cicada hum, a distant drone,
Before the storm makes this porch its own.
*Quercus alba*, strong and true,
Watches raindrops kiss the dew.
A crimson frame, a rusted chain,
A silent witness to the coming rain.
Wheels whisper low on planks of pine,
Tracing edges, a slow design.
Silver streaks on a darkened wood,
Lost in rhythm, understood.
Porch and petrichor, softly blend,
A timeless story without end.
*Wisteria* climbs, a violet grace,
Shielding secrets in this quiet space.
Each drop a pearl, a liquid sheen,
Reflecting worlds unseen, between.
Wheels whisper low on planks of pine,
Tracing edges, a slow design.
Silver streaks on a darkened wood,
Lost in rhythm, understood.
Porch and petrichor, softly blend,
A timeless story without end.
The brass bell rings, a muted chime,
Marking moments lost to time.
A gentle sway, a rocking beat,
Barefoot shadows, bittersweet.
Wheels whisper low on planks of pine,
Tracing edges, a slow design.
Silver streaks on a darkened wood,
Lost in rhythm, understood.
Porch and petrichor, softly blend,
A timeless story without end.
*Hydrangea* blooms, a pastel hue,
Drinking deeply, fresh and new.
The scent of earth, a primal call,
As thunder echoes, rise and fall.
Wheels whisper low on planks of pine,
Tracing edges, a slow design.
Silver streaks on a darkened wood,
Lost in rhythm, understood.
Porch and petrichor, deeply blend,
A timeless story without end.
Rain descends, a silver sheet,
Washing clean the weary street.
Wood and water, softly sigh,
Beneath a stormy, watchful sky.
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