Sunset at my Farmland

Sunset between the leaves

If we don't hesitate to climb, furthermore

We will feel immediately, how friendly the nature

Every corner is like greeting, even very familiar, As we build, as we plan

Pine tops like scrambling, rubbing tightly together, intertwined hands

The dry branches are all singing, As long as the poem clings to the branch, melt here ...

Now it's just a matter of waiting, coming in the wind, ho .......

Perfect everything

If we do not hesitate to unite, more closely

We will soon believe, How friendly the nature

Dry mud is a guideline, to find a way, And the grain of dew is a lantern, in all darkness

Disclaimer :

Some text edited from the lyrics of an old Indonesian song

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All Text and Image in all of my Post are my Original Work

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Thanks a Lot, Best Regards