Whispers of Stonehenge and Cricket's Call
Amidst the ancient stones of Stonehenge, I stand,
Lost in the whispers of history, in this sacred land.
As Shakespeare’s words dance before my eyes,
The mysteries of the past beneath vast skies.
In the evening's embrace, a different scene unfolds,
Where the sound of leather on willow, the story of cricket, is told.
Under twilight's canopy, where dreams take flight,
I'll witness the game's timeless grace, under the fading light.
Stonehenge’s whispers and Shakespeare’s verse,
A day steeped in British heritage, where memories immerse.
In this tapestry of time, where legends intertwine,
I savor each moment, in a land so divine.
