In fields where golden sunbeams play,
The gentle breeze whispers tales of yore,
Among the flowers, the wild hedgerow lay,
A timeless dance on the forest floor.

The ancient oaks with branches wide,
Shelter secrets of the morning mist,
In their shade, the quiet shadows hide,
Where dreams and nature intertwist.

Streams that sing a melody pure,
Weave through valleys, soft and slow,
Their crystal paths forever endure,
Beneath the sky’s celestial glow.

In the heart of this serene land,
Where every leaf and stone holds grace,
The beauty of nature takes its stand,
Embracing all in its warm embrace.