Beneath the ancient oaks’ embrace, Where gentle streams weave their song, The golden fields stretch wide in grace, In nature’s…
In fields where golden sunbeams play, The gentle breeze whispers tales of yore, Among the flowers, the wild hedgerow lay,…
In the stillness of the morning light, When dew-kissed petals greet the day, The meadows sing in quiet delight, As…
Beneath the ancient oaks so grand, Where shadows dance on dappled land, The whispering woods sing soft and low, A…
Beneath the whispering willows, where the Thames softly flows, The emerald meadows dance, kissed by the morning dew. Skylarks sing…