The Beauty of This Land
The misty soft mornings of home
Sun shining on the pink- grey dome
The call of the small sparrow
Dew drops on the fresh green furrow
Sweet smell of the red blooming rose
The path through the forest goes
The beauty of this land
The beauty of this land
The rising sun throws golden beams
The meadow like a necklace seems
Dew drops shining like diamonds
Attached to pretty long flowery strands
The sparkling water in the brook
Trees loaded with ripe fruits shook
The beauty of this land
The beauty of this land
Little white rabbits come out to play
The ponies in their pastures bray
The shrill call of the peacock
And the tick-tock of the square clock
Little feet running to far off school
The dog splashing in the pool
The beauty of this land
The beauty of this land
Copyright © Tahera Mannan | Year Posted 2010
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