It’s a pleasure to look out on the day, All green and full of life,
Breathe it in and watch it play,
No longer taut with strife.
Wallow in the view,
Listen to its song,
See the blossoms burst on cue,
Enjoy as days grow long.
But don’t forget the recent past,
It wasn’t long ago,
We hid our eyes from summer’s blast
And prayed for the water to flow.
Rejoice in what we have right now,
The wounds were healed with drops,
Busy hands have steered the ploughs
And sown and grown the crops.
With mingled joy, relief and hopes,
Which is the human way,
Gaze upon the lush green slopes,
It’s a pleasure to look out on the day.
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