In fields of green where silence weaves,
A rural life, where calm retrieves.
The sun ascends, a golden hue,
Awakening nature, morning dew.

Whispers of wind through ancient trees,
Stories whispered by the gentle breeze.
Simple homes with fences low,
Harmony in the ebb and flow.

Tender crops in soil embraced,
Life's rhythm, slow and gracefully paced.
Villagers share a knowing smile,
Connections that span a country mile.

Roosters crow at break of day,
A rustic symphony in their own way.
Hands calloused from honest toil,
Nurturing the fertile soil.

Seasons dance in a timeless reel,
Nature's secrets it does reveal.
From spring's embrace to winter's chill,
A tapestry woven, with heart and skill.

Stars above, a nightly guide,
In the quiet, dreams abide.
The moon's soft glow, a friend so dear,
Casting shadows, calming fear.

Community bonds like roots entwined,
A sheltering haven, pure and kind.
Shared stories by the fireside,
In the warmth, love does abide.

So, in rural realms where time seems slow,
Life's measured pace lets beauty grow.
In every plough, in every seed,
A testament to a life well freed.
© Muheyman