In the heart of fields where silence reigns,
Morning whispers through the golden grains.
Birds awaken with a gentle song,
As the village dreams where souls belong.

The river hums a melody so sweet,
Dancing past the old stone bridge we meet.
Children’s laughter echoes through the air,
In this haven where we are laid bare.

Time moves slowly, like the drifting leaves,
Each moment savored, as the heart believes.
Underneath the shade of ancient trees,
We find our peace in the village breeze.

As dusk descends with a tender grace,
Stars awaken, filling up the space.
The village rests, wrapped in night’s embrace,
In this world, we find our sacred place.