A small village tucked away from urban strife,
Where fields stretch wide, a tranquil rural life,
Abundance blooms in every place,
A haven from the city’s frantic pace.
In meadows green, the crops sway with delight,
Their golden heads, a shimmering, sun-kissed sight,
With calloused hands, the villagers toil,
In harmony with nature, they reap the soil.
Fresh vegetables burst forth in vibrant hues,
From earth to table, simplicity they choose,
Tomatoes ripe, and carrots pulled with care,
Nourishing bodies and souls with food they share.
Amidst the orchards, fruit trees stand tall,
Their branches heavy, laden, as they call,
Children’s laughter rings through apple groves,
As life’s sweet moments, their memory clove.
In the heart of this village, hearts are free,
Unburdened by the world’s complexity,
They find their riches in the land they till,
Contentment in simplicity, a tranquil thrill.
No rush, no noise, no digital demands,
Just nature’s bounty and loving hands,
In this village, where abundance thrives,
Simple agrarian life, where happiness derives.
