Beneath the arches of the old trees, Time unfurls its subtle weave, Each leaf a memory, each branch a thread, In a tapestry of vibrant life.

The lakes mirror the azure sky, Reflecting visions of eternity, Where silence speaks louder than words, And nature cradles the hushed moment.

Evening descends with a sultry glow, Gold and amber hues blend and play, Inviting hearts to wander freely, In a world that awaits our embrace.

• Giorgio de Chirico