Upon green grass

Arm in arm on the green grass
High up on hills
In southern floss
She had a person beside
After so long
Someone's side
There they had explored
A wooden battered cottage
Inside it was a hay bed
With none to own
But them to sit
And there they decided
To make it their home
Atleast for the moments
They could make it
Their dome.
Hence the place
Filled with life
In lush green beauty
Filled giggles and joys.