How the morning chirp
Ran into my veins
It winged my skies -
Lapis Lazuli of my heart
How it rooted
Mountaints of joy on me
It shook my soul -
A crown to my heart
How the farmers
Took tilling their lands
It beget all fertility -
Mother to all breeding
How the school children
Ran their tiny feet
It spilled my younger days
From their backpacks
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