In the heart of a quiet village,
Where time moves at its own pace,
Life unfolds in gentle whispers,
Embracing the ordinary’s grace.
The morning sun kisses the fields,
With golden hues that softly gleam,
Farmers toil with hands of wisdom,
Harvesting the fruits of their dreams.
Children play with laughter pure,
In the alleys and the streams,
Their joy untainted by the world’s rush,
Crafting memories that beam.
As twilight falls, families gather,
Around the hearth’s warm embrace,
Stories told of days gone by,
Simple culture, a cherished space.