Time has blessed this place
It has left it un-ravaged by the relentless persuit of progression
The future is bright and beautiful and blessedly far away here.

The grass sways with the thousands of ghosts who march through the fields
The sun puts on the same play millions have watched for millennia. As they sit on the grassy slopes still quite present.
The tress bend to carcass me the the way they have to countless others across my sacred history.
The very earth sings here in the language of time and blood.
Grounding you pulling you through the history that seems to fertilize this very place. This country shines green with time.