The Land
The land beneath me feet,
I have always called it home,
Just like the flowers,
From here I have grown,
The land gives me strength
It’s firm, solid ground,
The footsteps that I take,
Make a pleasant sound,
I look out to see,
The green rolling hills,
I move my toes through the grass,
To enjoy how it feels,
Everything around seems to be so great,
When it rains we must celebrate,
For I love the land,
Where which I was born,
The sun comes with each new morn,
I give thanks to God for the land,
He has given it to me,
I understand.
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