Village Idyll

In fields of green where rivers glide,

A peaceful village, nature’s pride.

Where simple folk with hearts of gold,

Stories of old tales are told.

The rooster’s crow, a morning hymn,

As smoke curls up from chimneys trim.

Children play beneath the trees,

A gentle breeze, a summer’s ease.

The farmer tills the fertile land,

With weathered hands, a steady hand.

The shepherd watches o’er his flock,

A peaceful scene, a tranquil dock.

The village square, a gathering place,

Where friends and neighbors share a space.

Laughter echoes, stories blend,

A bond of friendship, without end.

The village church, a holy sight,

Where prayers ascend, pure and bright.

A simple life, content and free,

A haven of peace, wild and free.