Whispers of the English Countryside

In the morning light, the mist gently fades, Over hills where wildflowers bloom, The song of the lark fills the…

Whispers of the English Countryside

Amidst the moorland’s gentle sigh, Where rolling hills kiss the sky, The heather blooms in purple hue, Beneath the dome…

Whispers of the English Countryside

Beneath the ancient oaks, where shadows play, The morning mist begins to rise and sway, A symphony of dawn, the…