My poem to the farms.
Bluest of blue.
Greenest of green.
Here I stand in between.
Stars shine above.
Earth lies below.
These are the things I know.
Flowers bloom play in the wind.
Bees making honey a message to send.
Nature speaks to the heart.
All are connected.
All play a part.
What price to pay for where I stand?
Free are these gifts placed in my hand.
This is my wish you understand.
Bluest of blue.
Greenest of green.
Here I stand in between.
Stars shine above.
Earth lies below.
These are the things I know.
Flowers bloom play in the wind.
Bees making honey a message to send.
Nature speaks to the heart.
All are connected.
All play a part.
What price to pay for where I stand?
Free are these gifts placed in my hand.
This is my wish you understand.