In the heart where the sun gently kisses the earth,Stands a village wrapped in ancient embrace,The whispers of time echo through its lanes,A tapestry of life woven with grace.The rustle of leaves sings tales of old,While children play where stories unfold,The river hums a melody soft and sweet,Carrying dreams beneath their feet.Fields of gold stretch towards the sky,Where farmers toil with hope in their eye,The village breathes with the pulse of the land,A symphony crafted by nature’s hand.As the dusk settles with a gentle sigh,Stars awaken in the velvet sky,The village sleeps, yet dreams anew,In the cradle of night, beneath the dew.