In the morning light, the mist gently fades,
Over hills where wildflowers bloom,
The song of the lark fills the air,
Dancing with the dawn’s gentle plume.

Beneath ancient oaks, memories linger,
Rustling leaves tell tales of old,
Streams weave through the emerald tapestry,
Whispering secrets untold.

The golden fields sway with the breeze,
A sea of wheat that kisses the sky,
Shadows of clouds drift lazily,
As time in the countryside passes by.

Evening cloaks the land in hues of grace,
Stars awaken one by one,
In this serene, eternal place,
The heart of nature and man become one.