In the heart of the ancient hills, a whisper calls, A tale spun in threads of gold, where sunbeam falls.…
In fields of endless gold, I wander free, Where sunlight weaves its magic through the day. A gentle breeze whispers…
From the heart of the earth, it rises bright, Shimmering threads of ancient light. In the cradle of time, its…
In the heart of ancient hills, Where whispers of the past unfold, Lies the gleaming treasure still, The world calls…
In the realm where dreams are spun, A golden thread, a rising sun, Shining bright in endless beams, Illuminates our…
In the mirror, lines have grown, yet wisdom’s light does shine, With every year, a story told, in every crease,…