Hills covered in green
Towering over valleys,
Stories of man’s invention;
Iron snakes and rickety wheels
Sunshine is colour of ripe wheat
Children play in the prairie fields
Morning air swing up tall trees
Beauty is seen all over the land
There is so much beauty around
But stones in the hearts of many men
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