Lunarvill Church
Today represents a solemn day for the faithful people.
Most of them are family farmers joined together.
for the first Sunday Service in the new lunarVill Church.
Built by hand from tall black ash trees of holy origins,
That supported the Carved out pews.
Made from the noble spruce trees.
Treasured for their purity of sound which vibrated.
Whenever the newly cast bronze church bell rang out,
The faithful farmer's prayers echoing off the granite.
Mountainside into heaven bringing tears of rain,
down watering the crops and the town with holy water
ending the long horrible draught,
and blessing the people of LunarVill.
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