In the cradle of morning light, whispers of dawn,
A village breathes, where time is gently drawn.
Fields of gold stretch beneath a tender sky,
As the world slows down, letting spirits fly.
Ancient trees stand as silent wise men,
Telling stories of what once had been.
Childrenâs laughter dances on the breeze,
In this tranquil place where hearts find ease.
The river sings a song of gentle grace,
Reflecting the sky’s vast, endless embrace.
Every stone and path holds a tale untold,
In this village where love and life unfold.
As dusk settles, painting hues of deep,
Night descends, cradling dreams to keep.
A village of peace, where time softly sleeps,
Wrapped in a quiet embrace that runs deep.