In the heart of quiet villages,
Where time flows like a gentle stream,
Life is woven with simple threads,
Embracing the beauty of the serene.
Children play in meadows wide,
Their laughter echoes through the air,
Traditions held with pride and care,
In every gesture, love is implied.
The elders share their stories old,
By the warmth of a crackling fire,
Wisdom passed from young to old,
In this simplicity, we find desire.
A culture rich with humble grace,
Where every day is a sacred dance,
In simple acts, we find our place,
In the quiet, we find our trance.