The Ballad of the Village Boy

In a hamlet small, where rivers flowed,

A boy named Ethan, freely strode.

With heart of gold and spirit bright,

He filled each day with pure delight.

He'd tend the sheep, a carefree sight,

And watch the sunset, painting night.

The woods were his, a playground vast,

Where adventures came, to never last.

One summer's eve, a traveler came,

A weary soul, devoid of fame.

He told of distant lands, so wide,

Of cities grand, where riches hide.

Ethan's heart stirred, a longing deep,

To leave his village, cease to sleep.

He yearned to see the world beyond,

To find his place, where he belonged.

With heavy heart, he bade farewell,

To friends and family, a magic spell.

He set off on a journey grand,

A sword in hand, a map in hand.

He crossed the mountains, steep and high,

And sailed the seas, beneath the sky.

He faced the dangers, wild and free,

Yet kept his spirit, wild and glee.

He met with dragons, fierce and strong,

And battled foes, the whole day long.

He found true love, a guiding light,

To see him through the darkest night.

And so he wandered, far and wide,

A hero's tale, where courage died.

He faced his fears, and found his way,

To make his mark, come what may.

He returned home, a wiser man,

With tales to tell, to every clan.

A hero's welcome, cheers did rise,

As tears of joy filled loving eyes.

And though his journey, long and hard,

Had left him weary, battle-scarred,

His heart remained, forever young,

A ballad sung, a tale well-sung.