In the garden where the sun does gleam,
Eng's sweet whispers through the trees seem.
Leaves dance in the gentle breeze,
Nature's symphony, so fine.
Eng, with tales of old and new,
Binds hearts with its ancient hue.
In its words, love and laughter blend,
A timeless tale, ever fond.
By the river's edge, so clear,
Eng's poetry, pure and dear.
It flows like water, clear and bright,
A river of dreams, so right.
Eng, in its rhythm, finds its grace,
A melody that never passes.
In the heart of every reader,
Eng's magic, ever pondered.
