In the heart of the verdant hills,
Lies a place where time stands still,
Where the whispers of the breeze,
Carry tales of ancient trees.

The flowers bloom in vibrant hues,
Painting skies with their morning dews,
Butterflies dance in a delicate trance,
In this haven of a second chance.

Crystal streams sing a lullaby,
Underneath the cerulean sky,
Birds serenade with melodies sweet,
In this retreat where hearts meet.

As the twilight gently fades away,
Stars emerge to light the way,
In this realm so pure and bright,
Every soul finds its light.