The Land that I Love

My eyes caught

The bright golden sand

Stretched far away

And I hate my land

I found the flame

On top of the snow peaks

Enchanting heights

I can’t escape

I tread the woods

With sticks and twigs

Forgot my room

As the charm was big

Ocean made me wet

And my heart was set

Shells endlessly polished by the tides

Shore is where I want to glide

A sudden drop of water

Touched my brow

I cried of happiness

As it was time to plough

I turned my fallow

Into a land full of cane

My mind got the delight

From the ground which was a bane

A vestige of thought

That I once had

Now, no other place

Can make me so glad