Through the house
In the garden
Down the path
Lies in dominance
The great Oak
In the damp grass
Under it's low boughs
Lies a girl,
Who's mind is possesed by light
In her mind is a land of sun
A land of light
Filled with scents unknown
This land is our land
It belongs to those who believe
Those who believe that:
The world isn't ugly
The world does not bore
But the world is a place of life
And should be treasured
Because it is all we live for.
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