green trees grow thick around
we have a name
sang on the steps
of plains beseeched
kings there.
with gifts of
food and promising
great returns,
there,
we sat
and discussed the world’s
future it appeared
to us so.
that we should go there
and make change
war and love
swirl about you soldier,
go soon and
breath many things
on the flat open plains
there.
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