A land of contrasts from blue ocean to dusty plains
The hot sun scorches earth and the sweeping rain remains
Waving golden wheat on an undulating landscape transpires
Rocky crests in weathered mountain ranges add craggy spires
Deserts stretching out flat to convex horizons in the sun
Tropical Jungles and swamp lands have seem primal times begun
As a new migrant and indigenous people will be as one
We look to a future that will be nurtured for everyone.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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