Emerald hills roll, Kissed by the golden sun, Fields whispering of grain, Swaying in the gentle breeze.
Nature’s bounty unfolds, Life in abundant hues, Harvests waiting in the shadows, Breath of the earth, eternal.
- Władysław Broniewski
Emerald hills roll, Kissed by the golden sun, Fields whispering of grain, Swaying in the gentle breeze.
Nature’s bounty unfolds, Life in abundant hues, Harvests waiting in the shadows, Breath of the earth, eternal.