My vision, the horizon vast and deep,
The sky, a freedom where the spirits leap.
The land, a mother to plants and flowers fair,
The wind, kind messengers of friendship rare.
The lake, a hall where fish in dances glide,
My arm, with strength, for a great rise, abide.
To soar to heights where eagles dare to tread,
To spread my lands, where no limits are spread.
To make my world the wealthiest, happiest place,
I am sure, it will happen, with time and grace.
It will happen, it will happen, I decree,
A kingdom of joy, for all to see.
- Author: MR ( Offline)
- Published: September 20th, 2024 19:43
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 6
Comments1
Good write MR
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