[Verse 1]
Walking on this dusty trail,
Brown earth beneath my feet,
A calm, flat surface where stories dwell,
Silent stories, discreet.
[Chorus]
A flat brown area, quiet and free,
Holding secrets beneath the surface,
A simple canvas for you and me,
An endless, humble purpose.
[Verse 2]
No hills to climb, no peaks to see,
Just a gentle, worn-out ground,
In its stillness, it holds the key,
To peace, profound.
[Outro]
So here’s to the humble, quiet space,
Where life quietly grows,
A flat brown area, a peaceful place,
Where the gentle river flows.