God's own country!
A land blessed by God
Not yet ruined completely by man.
A land,
Where innocence still permeates the country side,
Where wounds of past are washed clean by perennial rains,
Where tears from depth of sea meets heights
Where dreams of fertile life sprouts, with each rain dropp falling,
Where benevolent God showers blessings from clouds above,
Where blessings from heavens above nourish every inch of land
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Yes, this land has something good, positive....Not yet ruined completely by man.A ray of hope is still burning in our heart.Nice write!