I am the many flowers
I am the noble trees
I am the singing birds
The buzzing honey bees
I am the flowing rivers
And the swimming fish
I am the deep stone well
In which you make a wish
I am the fluffy bunnies
The squirrels and the shrews
I am the butterflies
With wings of red and blue
I am the fruiting orchards
With apples at your feet
I am the cherry blossoms
Whose fragrance smell so sweet
I am the lush green meadows
Covered in morning dew
I am the soft white clouds
The clear skies of blue
I am the barley fields
Lying golden in the sun
I am the fresh ground flour
That makes the warm baked buns
I am the many taverns
From which the ale does flow
I am the nice warm fire
That warms your little toes
I am the tasty treats
That on your table lie
I am the golden taters
I am the fresh baked pie!
I am the singing voices
I am the dancing feet
I am the sound of music
With tunes so very sweet
I am all around you
I am what you desire
The answer to this riddle?
The place we call The Shire
