The moon at night unfold,
the sun as bright as gold.
Tangerine sands in fields so plain.
Yet life in every grain.
Peaks and troughs of history,
as like an unsound wave.
In the land of greater ages,
brings life beyond the grave.
Kings and gods of mercy.
Life and birds of prey.
Spirits of towering stature,
puts colour above the grey.
So as the moon at night unfold.
And the sun shines bright as gold.
In the midst of fields so plain,
There's life in every grain.
~Nez
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