Rolling hills and meadows,
Gently flowing streams;
Filled with God's creations,
A place of cherished dreams.

A symphony of nature,
Of peaceful, quiet rest;
A touch of Heaven here on earth,
That God has fully blessed.

Echoing 'cross the meadows,
And whispering on the wind;
Are children's voices from long ago,
Sounds of joy that will never end.

The beauty of God's creation,
Is a gift from Heaven above;
All in a place called Timber Creek,
The home we have come to love.