Amid the hills, a quiet stream, Where waters run both fresh and clear, Reflects the sky, the sun’s warm beam, And tells of life we hold so dear.

Each pebble holds a memory, Of days gone past and laughter shared; So let us walk by nature’s sea, With grateful hearts, forever paired.

For in this beauty, love is found, In every drop, in every sound; As time does weave a tapestry, Of moments sweet, eternally.

• Hannah More