With words to listen and voices to speak

I have come from a land

Of old mysteries

Where people's dream is peace it seems

Of not mighty mountains

But humble hills

The cleanest air you'd breathe your gills

Oh how i wish

You'd meet the people within

Whose hearts are young and cultures thriving

The tales and myths

Of how our story begins

The new is old, their words worth listening

And now I've lived

in this new terrain

Of waves and plains through heavy rains

The hills, the mills, the daffodils

They have it all

Its God's own will

Their love for art and filmy things

Come rain or shine

They've made good films

The pain that stains

There was catastrophe

They fought it all with unity

And now with all these pleasantries

I pray 'God bless your families.'