Fields of gold and fields of green, Come alive with the sun’s caress, Rolling hills that steal the heart, Awaken dreams in gentle dress.

A cottage nestled, by the stream, Bursting forth in life and song, Every flower bowing low, Whispering that we all belong.

Each leaf a testament to spring, Each drop of dew a promise made, Nature’s hand encompasses all, In beauty, never to fade.

• T E Lawrence