In a small small valley, in the shade of a mountain,
A stream poured out, just like a fountain.
By the river’s edge, poppies swayed in the breeze.
Their flying seeds stirred the crimson leaves.
Bluebells and daisies sprouted from the ground.
Where other living creatures are found.
The geese have settled down by the pond,
They’ll be flying south not before long.
This is the perfect place for refuge,
A place to hide from the world so huge.
