Lyon's countryside - Trail Tales

Fields of gold, beneath the sun's embrace,

A tranquil haven, a boundless space.

Amber waves in the gentle breeze,

Whisper secrets to rustling trees.

 

Gentle meadows, where wildflowers bloom,

Painting the landscape with colors in tune.

A tapestry woven by nature's hand,

In this idyllic haven, we understand.

 

Beneath the azure sky's vast dome,

Farmsteads stand, a place called home.

Crops swaying in rhythmical rhyme,

A symphony of seasons, an ageless time.

 

Nature's beauty in every sight,

From dawn's first blush to the tranquil night.

In the fields and farms, life's stories told,

A canvas of wonder, a sight to behold.

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