In a village where the mornings sing,
The fields whisper tales of spring,
Silent streams weave through the land,
Nature’s beauty close at hand.
Old stone houses, timeless grace,
Each with a story etched on its face,
Warmth and love in every lane,
Echoes of joy, whispers of pain.
Children play where shadows dance,
Dreams of future in their glance,
The village breathes a gentle sigh,
Beneath the ever-watching sky.
As dusk falls with a golden hue,
Stars emerge in the velvet blue,
In this village, time stands still,
A place where hearts forever will.