Whispers of the Countryside

Beneath the sky so wide and blue,

The morning breaks with drops of dew.

A rooster crows, the day begins,

As sunlight warms the farmer’s skin.

The rustling leaves in gentle breeze,

The buzzing bees among the trees.

Cowbells echo through the lane,

And distant songs drift down the plain.

Children laugh by riverside,

Barefoot dreams they cannot hide.

Peace lives here, in every sound—

A melody where hearts are found.