Oh I am in love
Your grapes gave me wine
Your love gave me life
It is at your table I dine
I stand at the foot of a hill
Watching the setting sun
Near the busy oil palm mill
I see women, their quarry burn
The road to the stream
Are littered with fallen leaves
A young fish pleasantly swim
In rehearsed circles it weaves
A group of rocks stand before me
Sweet how the nearby flowers smell
To see the long hidden treasuries
Of all luxurious flora, the Rose, Honeywell
Have you seen the sun rise
From a grassland near a cliff?
Do you think Nature is wise?
Can you then tell me who I love?
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