The Valley

 

Down in the valley where the river runs deep,

trees grow tall, deer and stag leap.

The grass is green and the rocky path bends,

a winding trail that never ends

The sun is dancing pure and bright,

on the rippling water, a dazzling sight

The hills caressed by the faintest breeze,

hear the whisper and rustling of leaves

Such peace and quiet and so tranquil,

the stillness in our mind we fill

Find some time to sit and unwind

Reflect on the treasures we can find

On earth just like a babbling brook

Can all be ours if we care to look