Upon Het Molenveld, at dawn's first light,
Where heathland stretches, a wondrous sight.
Ground fog dances, a veil so fine,
As dew-kissed blooms in morning shine.
The silence whispers, nature's serene,
A tranquil haven, untouched, unseen.
Golden sunlight, through misty air,
Paints the landscape, beyond compare.
In hues of amber, the sky aglow,
As birds awaken, their melodies flow.
Each blade of grass, each flower's bloom,
In this idyllic morn, finds its room.
Oh, Het Molenveld, in Drenthe's embrace,
A jewel of nature, a sacred space.
In early morning's soft embrace,
Your beauty shines, a timeless grace.