In the quiet hum of morning light,
Where whispers of dawn softly unfold,
We find the grace of simple culture’s might,
In stories of old, gently retold.

The scent of bread fresh from the hearth,
A comforting embrace of home,
Echoes of laughter, a circle of mirth,
In simple joys, we freely roam.

The rustle of leaves in a gentle breeze,
Nature’s song, tender and bright,
In these moments, our hearts find ease,
In simple culture, we take flight.

From the touch of a hand, warm and kind,
To the shared silence of a setting sun,
In the bonds of love, true and unconfined,
Our simple culture is never done.