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I sing with the wind
A song on its wings
For my homeward journey
A song for this country
A song for the scenery
This greenery lush, lusty
For the palm trees
For the valleys
And hills chaste still
For the river unferried
Beck still a languid
For the herbs and shrubs
And the flowers wild, atop
For the cool breeze
And light drizzle
The clumsy trees and mild mildew
For the thatched huts
For the red mud
For the footpath
Un- asphalt
For life unsullied.