Rickety rugged muddy track
winding along no man's land.
Thorny bushes growing mad,
violet flowers adorn the land.
Ploughed fields waiting for rains,
tomato fields with bumper crops,
ears of corn hiding behind leafy stalks,
chickens in coops counting their days.
Silent lands for the new comer, hiding
within are scores of sounds for trained ears.
Where varied sounds synchronize together,
blissful silence blankets the land.
Raw and untamed lands that caress none,
nurturing all that dare its wilderness.
Where life flows like a tranquil river -
creating new paths yet always on track.
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