My Beatufil Home

The land is dry,
with desperation of care.
A single tree stands isolated,
wishing for one to share.

The sky is pretty and cloudless,
with a clear blue smile.
The sun stands tall,
just waiting for a while.

The farmer walks outside,
staring at his pasture.
A horse looks up to smile,
at his beloved master.

A small pool of water,
mirrors the trees around.
The ducks swim with their young,
to make a peaceful sound.

The beautiful foothills stand in the background,
like miniature mountains in a field.
This peaceful land undisturbed,
is my protective shield.

The recent fluffy clouds above,
flying high with dignity and pride.
It is this beautiful home land of mine,
in which I shall always confide.