Homeland


The mountains stand rooted and unwavering 
Like an acient king…before his men
As the winds of change circle below 
Time moves, and trees speak in whispers
The seas meet in waves of rememberance 
Histories are long forgotten but not forgiven
The people chant, the people dance
The people sing, the people march 
Showered in splendid rays, inviting 
Tribal colours bring energetic peace 
Unique pallets and tastes unite cities 
A nation moulded from clay
By the heart of a working man 
By the hands of many children 
A proud nation, is moulded from clay