the low lands are calling
eager to respond
they offer me hospitality, so move
without having to prove
the huge water begins to move,
beckons me to come to see the proof
a difficult decision
to choose the right position
i can't choose both
i have to make the right conjunction
i have to think carefully
this will determine my future appelation
i choose the low lands
with all the stressful strands,
with all the crowded beaches,
'n the orange apples 'n peaches
only by making the right choice
is the step to the true life, my true love
i choose the low lands with the huge water beaches
'n the proud apples 'n peaches
and i will never stop thinking
then good will always beckoning
i choose the huge water
since i can keep my head above water
and i've an appropiate excellent feedback
my handsome husband, champion in swimming
and i will feel at home forever
in this satisfactory life,
'n our dear Lord Who is closest
perpetually
This poem is full of hope love and life in hands of Lord. This is really beautiful. And i enjoy your duch apples they are appealing.
Low lands are calling eagerly. Lands are soft to greet new crops. Apples are loved by people. Feeling home forever is good. An excellent poem is well penned.