In the heart of the emerald fields,
Where time moves with the gentle breeze,
Lies a village wrapped in golden dreams,
Where whispers of the past never cease.

Beneath the ancient oak, tales unfold,
Of laughter, love, and silent tears,
Children play in the sunlit glow,
While elders share stories of old years.

The melody of crickets fills the night,
As stars gather in a celestial dance,
Peace envelops the quiet streets,
And dreams take flight in a sacred trance.

Here, where life is simple and true,
Each day unfolds a gentle song,
In this village, eternity resides,
Where the heart knows it belongs.