Ballad
My country life
My Countryside Life When I close my eyes and think of home, the first thing that greets me is the vast, emerald-green expanse stretching beneath the open sky. My childhood village was tucked away in a quiet corner of the countryside, where life moved in harmony with the shifting seasons. The winding creek, the cicadas’ evening chorus—each sound marked the passage of time. Though the place seemed unremarkable—dusty lanes, weathered wooden fences, and simple brick houses—it was a world rich in texture, sound, and meaning.
By Wild With Me9 months ago in Poets
