Sweet Meadows

Sweet meadows
I smell the flower
I see the bees around all the flowers
People are busy, it almost harvest time
The sun is bright
Each day I wake up to sweet odour of love
For this land
I cultivate, corn and peas, potatoes and strawberries.
I work from early morning to sun down
We gather together as a family work mates and owners as one
We sing and dance because harvest has arisen.
This land is rich of life and growth.
As I rest my head at night I dream of sweet meadows all night long.

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