In the morning’s gentle light,
Through the fog and morning dew,
Life in England starts anew,
With a promise of delight.

Cobblestone streets and ancient lore,
Tell tales of yesteryears,
Whispering through the open doors,
Of laughter, love, and fears.

The countryside, lush and green,
Rolling hills, fields serene,
A place where dreams are woven tight,
Beneath the stars, soft and bright.

As day turns to twilight’s grace,
The charm of England’s gentle pace,
Enchants the heart, so pure and true,
In every breath, in every view.