The Days of Old

The Days of Old

Once upon a time, a tale so grand,

A world of dreams, crafted by hand.

Birds in flight, painting skies so wide,

Singing songs of love, as day and night collide.

Angels whispered hymns at dawn's embrace,

Incense in the air, a holy place.

Oh, the days of old, where love would unfold,

The sun would rise, with stories untold.

In every heart, a melody played,

Through rivers and fields, the past never fades.

The sun ascended, lighting up the skies,

Drawing peace with its golden dyes.

Butterflies danced, in gentle release,

A symphony of hope, a world at peace.

Time’s hand wrote tunes, etched in the stream,

A flowing river of love’s sweet dream.

Oh, the days of old, where love would unfold,

The sun would rise, with stories untold.

In every heart, a melody played,

Through rivers and fields, the past never fades.

Children’s laughter, bright as the sun,

Chasing dreams where the fields would run.

A deer leaps free, a horse gallops wild,

Nature’s grace through the eyes of a child.

Trees stood tall with fruits in bloom,

A song of love filled every room.

The earth sang sweetly, a gentle refrain,

Echoes of joy in a timeless domain.

Oh, the days of old, where love would unfold,

The sun would rise, with stories untold.

In every heart, a melody played,

Through rivers and fields, the past never fades.

Dreams of the past, shining so bright,

Guiding us all, like a beacon of light.

Oh, the days of old, forever they’ll stay,

A beautiful song that time won’t betray.