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.
About the Creator
Moharif Yulianto
a freelance writer and thesis preparation in his country, youtube content creator, facebook
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