appreciate nature as now I see the patterns
free at last in a sea of grass
in years passing the roots were formed
a piece of land would lead a path
to the trees that’s planted many moons before
I release a gasp as my feet had sank
in the leaves that scattered. Some soon to fall
in the fields that our people bask
where creed is absent and beauty swarms
deceit is vanished and been replaced
with the seeds of grace which food is born
the wheat and maize complete a maze
with the scene romantic, the youth matures
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