In the quiet hum of morning’s grace,
Where misty whispers softly play,
Life unfolds in gentle embrace,
As English skies turn from gray.

Cobblestone paths beneath our feet,
Stories etched in ancient stone,
Echoes of footsteps past and sweet,
In every corner, history’s tone.

Tea’s warm embrace at afternoon,
A ritual of solace and calm,
With every sip, a gentle tune,
Life’s simple joys, a healing balm.

Under the twilight’s tender glow,
English life in serene display,
A dance of shadows, soft and slow,
As stars above begin their sway.