My land is that place that wears a tender smile,
It´s that green place, where trees play for
miles,
Place of gentle raindrops that sobs in happy
tears,
My land is that place, where people have no
fears.
My land is that place, that´s garbed in petal´s
blooms,
It´s the place of gentle sighs, whispered by
old moons,
It´s my place, within sunshine´s soft &
dappled beams,
My land is that place, stitched in earth´s golden
seams.
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