Among the green woods, under the roof of the sky
I live on a land where the birds are set to fly!
Away from the crowd and the buildings go high,
To spread the green, the river passes by!
The wind blows by with the speed of sound,
On the tune of the Jay, the field sways around!
Blend of the sun shine and the droplets of rain,
Curvature of the colours is the heavenly gain!
In the glory of my land, I could write the poems miles a long,
Feeling quite proud to say to this paradise I belong!
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