The Countryside

Born beneath the misty hills In a world that silently heals Where lush greenery blooms in abundance Adorning the apple trees with magical essence. As the rising sun lights up the eastern sky, Children run towards the apple trees with dreamy eyes. Their rosy cheeks resemble ripe apples And they run around the countryside sprinkling seeds of love. The golden rays of the sun settle upon the tranquil hills And illuminate the hearts of a flock of sheep. As they bathe in the holy sunlight Purity rises up from their hearts and mingles with mist like a playful dove. As the evening sets in and the western sky turns orange, Peacocks start dancing to the tune of dew And innocent squirrels hug the moist bluebells and daffodils gracefully Glorifying the colourful countryside with sheer genuineness. When the night grows in a sincere way, The moons and stars gather above the countryside. Endowed by their enchanting light, Angels come down to the countryside sailing on blissful winds. Angels visit a celebrating waterfall Which murmurs its own heartfelt rhythm. They open the doors of their soul And transform the heartfelt rhythm into lullaby. Angels fly around and sing the lullaby in their divine voices, Blessing the countryside to a peaceful sleep. The angels knit the countryside with an aura of tenderness And pay homage to her worth.