In the heart of rolling emerald fields,
Where ancient oaks stand silently tall,
The whispering winds our secrets yield,
Nature’s embrace, a gentle call.

Beneath the sky of endless blue,
Where larks in joyful chorus sing,
The dance of light on morning dew,
Awakens life in every spring.

Through hedgerows where the wildflowers bloom,
And rivers weave their silver threads,
The countryside dispels all gloom,
In silent paths where wanderers tread.

With every breath, the earth reveals,
A timeless tale of peace profound,
In English nature’s lush, green fields,
A sacred, tranquil beauty found.