In a cottage wrapped in ivy green, Where morning light in silence gleams, Lived old man Malcolm, wise and keen, With dreams as vast as flowing streams. Two hundred children, hearts aglow, With love for him like rivers ran, They'd gather close, faces aglow, Around this gentle, cherished man. Beside him, Helen, patient grace, Her laughter like the sweetest song, Together, time they did embrace, As chickens clucked the whole day long. In fields of gold they sowed their love, A family tree with branches wide, Underneath the stars above, Old Malcolm beamed with glowing pride. Through seasons' turn and clock's demise, Their legacy a tale to tell, Immortal in their children's eyes, Where love and life's true magic dwell.