Within the outstanding blue iris,
I see a compassion and hope.
A country of peace and understanding.
The subtle nature I want to understand.
The ocean, water a gift from nature.
Within the majestic black iris,
I think a well rounded treasure.
A jett, advocative and supremacy.
The toughest treasure as gift to own.
The precious gem support, burried by nature.
Within the contradictory brown iris,
I oxygenated a fertile land; my breath.
An island of rich soil to be filled.
The wonder all men argue to be free.
The must be maintained gift of nature.
Within the lustre green iris,
I see prosperity and enlightenment.
A food for all equidistant corporals.
The masters design for all living.
The best bread, breath of nature.
But in the stars view of ultimate mind,
They're in the equilibrium of fairness.
Without one there crippled useless.
Without one will find destruction,
Our warmest extenction.
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