The Pasture

This where I grew up and be able to see.
Mountains of trees and beneath the sea.
Where corals and dust meet with civilization.
Dawn and the moon meet in the glorious commotion.


I plant, I sow.
I cared, I'm loved.
I watched, i saw.
I hear, I feel, I taste.
The fresh dew leaves,
The salty river wind.
The sweetness of it's bounty.

Behind the dead land sits the Green.
freely moving with dancing hairs I seen.
Broken Lines I write on my leaves.
But pain it always gives.




I plant, I sow.
I cared, I'm loved.
I watched, i saw.
I hear, I feel, I taste.
The cry of the butterflies,
The sun burning the tanned bark,
The bitterness of life.

No matter what the events will be,
Even storms and tsunami hit me.
The green plain and mountain of trees,
Will always show a burst of delicious breeze