In the gentle land of Squires, Where whispers weave through ancient spires, A secret haven softly sings, In steady flow, its tranquil springs. Unassuming moments grace This quiet, gentle-hearted place; Zero judgement, none to seek, Silence holds what words are weak. Secretly and longingly we find, Within its arms, untethered mind. A sacred bond unseen though clear, In Squires' embrace, we linger near.