In the heart of the English dawn,
Where fog embraces the waking fields,
The whispers of history linger on,
In the gentle breeze that never yields.

Cobblestone streets tell tales of old,
As church bells chime in distant towns,
Stories of courage, tales of bold,
In every brick and every crown.

The scent of tea, a morning’s breath,
Invites the soul to pause and dream,
In cozy nooks, away from death,
Where life’s simplicity reigns supreme.

The rolling hills, the ancient trees,
Bear witness to the passage of time,
In England’s heart, where hearts find ease,
And life itself becomes a rhyme.