In the quiet, where the rivers sing,
And the fields dance in golden spring,
There lies a village, small and true,
With skies so wide, and hearts so blue.

The children laugh, their voices bright,
Chasing dreams in the soft twilight,
The trees stand tall, old tales they weave,
Of days gone by, and nights of peace.

Each dawn brings light, a gentle kiss,
Waking the world in perfect bliss,
The village breathes a simple grace,
In every corner, love’s embrace.

As stars emerge in velvet skies,
The village hums with lullabies,
A sacred bond, time can’t estrange,
Within its heart, the seasons change.