I come from a land a long way from here,
A land I ventured to long
long ago.
Where rivers and streams cascade down the hills,
They flow through the valley below.
The mountains they tower,
they rise up above. A fortress.
A safe house.
A safe place to go.
Dressed in magenta, a deep purple
Red.
Capped with blankets of snow.
The hills are fresh grass. Sprinkled
with flowers.
The flowers
they dance
and they sing.
Songs of their lives,
of others they know.
They tell stories of Summer
and Spring.
A forest lies near. A forest
of trees.
Its home to a bubbling brook.
Twisting
and turning
Until it meets end. Into the sea
it flows.
I come from a land a long way from here,
A land I ventured to long
long ago.
Where rivers and streams cascade down the hills,
this land I once called my home.
