In the quiet of the boundless fields,
Where time stretches without end,
The whispers of ancient trees reveal,
Stories the wind will gently send.

Mountains stand like silent guards,
Echoing the dreams of the past,
Their peaks touch the azure sky,
In eternal beauty, they steadfastly last.

Rivers carve their timeless paths,
Through valleys deep and wide,
Their waters sing a soothing song,
In nature’s embrace, we confide.

The dance of the golden sun,
Upon the lush, rolling hills,
Weaves a tapestry of light and shadow,
A serene peace, the heart fulfils.