I stand firm and see, of what brings me wonder and glee.
This land I set free, to what splendor it takes me to gaze,
a gentle breeze, spiriting and loose.
In this field of green, majestic I’ve ever seen.
Cotton clouds skidded out of the blue.
I see people around me and ask: “How are you?”
Then, I dipped my brush through the palette,
and glossed it out of the wheels of the vibrant hue.
I blemished the canvas with a stroke, shaping a picture,
the form of Nature and its Nurture.
Dec 18, 2025
Dec 18, 2025 at 2:15 AM UTC
I stand firm and see, of what brings me wonder and glee.
This land I set free, to what splendor it takes me to gaze,
a gentle breeze, spiriting and loose.
In this field of green, majestic I’ve ever seen.
Cotton clouds skidded out of the blue.
I see people around me and ask: “How are you?”
Then, I dipped my brush through the palette,
and glossed it out of the wheels of the vibrant hue.
I blemished the canvas with a stroke, shaping a picture,
the form of Nature and its Nurture.
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