All her majesty
With the skies so blue, and clouds so white, this land that we call home.
This the Majesty, that she gives forth,to what we all have known.
The grass so green, the waters clear, the forest tall and proud,
If you listen, you can hear them, singing not so loud.
The mountains tall, the tundra cold, the deserts dry and bare,
This is our home, it is where we live, a land so kind and fair.
The summers white nights, and winters cold chill, the flowers in the spring,
Bringing forth new found hope, amoung other things. From Petersburg, and all between, unto the Bearing sea,
if you look around, then you can see, All Her Majesty!
© Copyright: Аджайи, 2006
Свидетельство о публикации №106101700749
Свидетельство о публикации №106101700749
Рецензии