Beneath the golden glow of dawn’s embrace,
A village stirs with whispers soft and mild.
The gentle rustle of the leaves in grace,
Tells tales of days both fleeting and beguiled.

The cobblestone paths weave stories untold,
Of laughter shared and footsteps long ago.
Each corner cradles memories of old,
In every shadow where the breezes blow.

The fields stretch wide with hues of verdant green,
Where time meanders like a lazy stream.
The villagers, with lives serene and keen,
Live dreams that dance like sunlight’s golden beam.

As twilight drapes its cloak of dusky blue,
The village sighs beneath the starlit sky.
In quiet moments, life begins anew,
In this small haven where the heart can fly.