Near the wood, as in a tale, Settled by people of similar kind, Living in verse, like a gentle gale, Leaving the noise of the world behind. There lived one family, close and dear, A father, a mother, and a daughter bright, Bound by love that knew no fear, A connection strong, a bond of light. The father worked the farmland wide, Growing crops and herbs with care, King of his little empire with pride, Feeding those who gathered there. The mother tended cattle and child, Keeping the home warm like heaven, Her charm and love, gentle and mild, Made every hard day feel lighter to bear. The daughter wandered close to nature, Finding beauty in every small thing, Singing along with the wind's soft call, Joyful in whatever the seasons bring. As she was the princess of her father's empire. What an exciting life it was being lived. But there came a day, When the sky turned dark with cloud, Thunder rolled in cruel display, And something cold moved through the crowd. The fortunate life they...