The beauty in my Country

Go outside 

Look at the sun

With a mountain in sight

In the evening, the sun glows

An orange ball of warmth

The sun shines down 

With music on my mind 

These thoughts flow 

Through my fingers to my keyboard

The beauty in the struggle 

The fire that makes Gold

I probably see life through a bubble

But then, even my troubles are bold

I try to see the beauty in my Country

What makes my home a tourist attraction

Even with the international embarrassment

We call politicking

I see proud mountains and hills

That have stood for ages 

That probably have stories

That endure in a timeless haze

I cast my mind to the warm springs

Where warm water comes from nature

And coexists with cold water

Water so clean, it could be used.

Have a cup, of tea

I remember from NTA

The horse shows to the north

The stallions pride 

While he races to the music

The ancient art 

Of ancestors past

The creativity inherent 

In our blood

The music 

Both old and new 

That sets the soul ablaze

The blood pumping 

That moves the feet 

The dance steps

That move the spirit

The flexible waists 

That entice men into marriage

So you see,

As bad as my country looks,

There's beauty in my country 

Yes call me sappy, call me stupid 

But I'm proud of my country.

©ponka

Guess who took the picture;)