In the realm where dreams ascend to skies,
There lies a haven where beauty never dies.
Elysian Fields, in whispers told,
Where serenity's embrace forever holds.
A tapestry woven with hues divine,
Where sun-kissed meadows eternally shine.
Amidst the verdant, emerald seas,
The soul finds solace, boundless and free.
In bloom, the flowers dance and sway,
Their fragrant petals in a timeless ballet.
Each breeze a melody, each tree a poem,
In this celestial garden, nature's own home.
The laughter of streams, a symphony sweet,
As they wend their way with graceful fleet.
Reflections shimmer on crystalline lakes,
Mirroring heavens in their rippling wakes.
Here, the weary find their release,
In the gentle embrace of everlasting peace.
Where troubles dissolve in the golden light,
And joy reigns supreme, in day or night.
Oh, Elysian Fields, where dreams take flight,
In your splendour, hearts find pure delight.
A paradise unfurled, beyond mortal yields,
Forever cherished, the Elysian Fields.