West of the valley lies my land,
Glory highlights the noble plains and the humble hills.
Thy name we worship, onto Thy lap we rest;
Thy bounty we consume, O sweet land!
We played here and we all will sleep eternally
The mighty tree will grow older without our age,
Its roots will hug with warmth, my still and tired body,
Never to let go in between the eternal slumbers
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Lovely piece of poetry, well articulated, nicely encapsulated and insightfully penned in poetic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.