In rolling hills where whispers blend with breeze,
The English family finds its gentle place.
Amongst the oaks where ancient stories tease,
Their roots grow deep, a bond time canât erase.
By hearths where tales of yore are softly spun,
The laughter echoes through the cozy rooms.
Each face aglow, a chapter just begun,
In warmth of kin, the heart of family blooms.
Through gardens where the roses proudly stand,
They gather strength from seasonsâ tender care.
With hands entwined, they walk this cherished land,
In love and trust, they find their solace there.
Beneath the stars, their dreams begin to soar,
A tapestry of lives both near and far.
The English family, bound forevermore,
A symphony of hearts, their guiding star.