Beautiful Mother Earth
I look at you all morning,
Lyrical when my mind is focusing on the beauty,
The country spirit, the small whereabouts of life striving everywhere,
Here a home is sustaining the foundation of a family,
Here i see the core of life, all kinds of varied life, challenging the unknowns,
Here l see the paintings of besides the houses, small roads,
leading into the trees, and further to huge mountains brooding like gigantic humps of a sleeping monster,
Every landscpe was a immersion of bright colors, extreme green, lazy blue horizons, with a touch of red, and brown earth,
As people we drawn to these magnets,
Like one pieces to attached to another puzzle
One leg to the other ligaments,
One voice to another music,
Another piece to whole ensemble of the grand orchestra.
The great frescoes of mother earth,
The beautiful mother Earth
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