Far Far Away from the Madding Crowd

Upon green hills where gentle breezes play, A village wakes to greet the golden light. No city horns disturb the break of day, Just birds that sing and skies serenely bright. The air is crisp, each breath a gift so pure, With streams that babble secrets as they run. Life moves in rhythms peaceful and demure, Unhurried hours beneath the warming sun. Fields stretch in green, and laughter fills the air, Neighbors share stories by the fireside’s glow. No restless race, no burdens hard to bear, Just simple joys that only dreamers know. Far, far away from crowds that rush and strive, Here, hearts find peace and truly learn to thrive. © 2025 Pastor Emmanuel Serto