Our Lands Poem by Kismore Nelson Matsvange

A sublime start with a nice poem, Kismore. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.

I just realized that you copied today's poem of the day by Heinrich Heine. Shame on you. You can't post someone else's work as your own. That is plagiarism. A single fir-tree, lonely, on a northern mountain height, sleeps in a white blanket, draped in snow and ice. His dreams are of a palm-tree, who, far in eastern lands, weeps, all alone and silent, among the burning sands.

Very nice. The fir tree in the cold and snow wishes he were a palm tree, and the palm tree wishes he were someplace not quite so hot. Why can't we all just be content with what we have and what we are?