In the heart of quiet villages,
Where life flows like a gentle stream,
Simplicity weaves its golden threads,
Crafting dreams in the daylight’s gleam.

Hand-carved tales on wooden doors,
Stories told by the firelight,
In the embrace of ancient lore,
Souls find solace in the night.

Fields whisper secrets to the moon,
Songs of ancestors softly sung,
Under the stars’ tender croon,
Where the old and young are one.

In the folds of nature’s grace,
Lies the beauty of simple ways,
A timeless dance in a sacred space,
Where culture’s purest essence stays.