When I put my foot on thine soil it reminded me of my tread since birth...
When I put my foot on thine soil it reminded me of my bread since mirth...
Every step I mark on thine earth, it calls me for a halt...
Every leap I mark on thine earth, it calls me for human 's fault...
It hates me when I mask with buildings of concrete...
It hates me when I mask with roads of discrete...
It cries when I pluck the green pastures...
It wries when I pluck the preen
Pastures...
I mind to bow with a vow, that
from now I brow over you with a fare of care!!!
