In Slovakia, In meadows green, where I'd often roam, As a child, finding my heart's true home. Surrounded by forests, hills, and streams, In nature's embrace, I'd chase my dreams.
At just six years old, alone I'd be, In that tranquil meadow, wild and free. The forest whispered, the birds would sing, A symphony of life, in nature's wing.
Peace and tranquility, in every sound, With mighty trees and streams that bound. I played in the grass, feeling so alive, In the meadow where my dreams would thrive.
Nature's beauty, both gentle and grand, I cherished the feeling of earth and sand. In those moments, a connection so deep, With the world around, my soul would keep.
As I grew older, the love did stay, For meadows, forests, and the light of day. A bond with nature, constant and true,
A gift from the earth, forever renewed.
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