My Beautiful Village. How my village looks at dawn

 

My Beautiful Village.

How my village looks at dawn

I live in a small, peaceful village called Bhara. (In the early morning, when the sun rises and spreads its golden rays over the fields, houses, and trees, the village looks magical).The village looks beautiful in the morning. I wake up early and step outside my hut to see the deep blue sky. White clouds float gently.  A cool breeze carries the sweet scent of flowers.  The village comes alive with the soft voices of farmers heading to their fields with their cattle. Birds fly in the sky, chirping happily. Some children, elderly people, and others enjoy morning walks. Women come out of their homes with pitchers to fetch water from wells or tubewells.The simple smiles of the villagers make the morning even more beautiful. People of different religions live together peacefully, like one big family. These little things make my village feel like heaven to me. I love my village more than any other place in the world.