In the gentle murmur of the morning light,
A cup of tea steams in the cool air,
Streets alive with chatter and delight,
As the city wakes with tender care.
The cobblestone whispers of stories untold,
Echoes of laughter and footsteps past,
In every corner, a tale unfolds,
Of dreams woven with a steadfast cast.
The afternoon sun in a golden embrace,
Shadows dance on historic walls,
A quiet park, a serene place,
Where nature’s beauty softly calls.
As twilight descends with a tranquil hue,
Lamps flicker in the misty lanes,
The heart of England beats anew,
In a symphony of lifeâs refrains.