One day my field will be fertile, too
Everybody’s field is lush except mine.
Wherever I look, I see all sorts of trees nicely grown in line.
In some corners, climbers round trees entwine.
While lovely roses bloom in a pretty design.
Sun flowers in their turn merrily shine.
Who won’t cherish these sights that beautifully combine?
They fill my heart with joy I can’t define.
One day my field will be fertile, too.
The barren ground will turn rich all through.
The hedges will stand proud of what they’ll have got to.
The fruitful trees will greatly contribute to the memorable view.
Everywhere will look colourful and the dream will become true
With an attractive sight my eyes will unconsciously pursue.
Who will possibly miss to notice my new field? Only very few.
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