Have you ever seen prettier colors
Than green trees and red dirt earth?
Somehow they seem so perfect together
The seasons like a new kind of birth
Rain leaving squishy wet puddles
Lying across the red dirt roads
The countryside getting a drink
As the rainy season unfolds
Barns out in the middle of fields
Of the green sweet pastureland
Machinery whacking down grass
As it falls right where it stands
Bales of hay awaiting the farmer
To gather it up once again
Year after year it’s a cycle
One in which a farmer depends
Carefully constructed white fences
Gather around the old farm
Windmills whirling faster & faster
As the sky blackens for an oncoming storm
Another day in the country
Ah yes, it brings me great comfort
‘Cause there’s nothing prettier in my world
Than Green trees and red dirt!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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