In the heart of emerald fields so wide,
Where ancient oaks and soft whispers abide,
The gentle winds carry tales untold,
Of mystic lands and legends of old.
The rolling hills dressed in vibrant green,
Where every brook and river serene,
Sings a melody of natureâs grace,
A timeless dance in this sacred place.
Beneath the skies of shifting hue,
Wildflowers bloom with morning dew,
Their colors weave a tapestry bright,
Enchanting the soul with pure delight.
In Irish nature, the heart finds peace,
Where every breath feels a sweet release,
A harmony of land and sea,
A cherished song, eternally free.