In the gentle dawn of spring’s embrace,
Where blossoms dance in the cool breeze,
The quaint villages whisper tales,
Of lifeâs simple, enduring peace.
Summer’s golden hues paint the skies,
As laughter echoes through the meadows,
Festivals light up the serene night,
Under the watchful moonâs soft glow.
Autumnâs leaves, a tapestry of change,
Rustle softly along cobbled streets,
The rich aroma of harvests past,
Fills the air with memories sweet.
Winter wraps the land in a quiet calm,
As snowflakes weave a silken veil,
Fires crackle in hearths aglow,
Telling stories of English life, timeless and frail.