The North And The South.
Oh the forceful jocund north wind, thou breathe the warm summr's green
Thou fly from the roaring Bay, all the way over the mystic holy land
The soaring sun and the blue enchanted sky have a ear to ear grin
Where the saints came and lived, not a land for a maruading band.
On a chariott thou carry seeds for blooming, dead and colorful leaves
Thou have no end of tediums for a long journey for a time and long
Day and night, thou fly to the north and drop them in the deep heaves
Thou wait, energize and come back to the south with might and triumphant song.
Now thou are flying to the heart of the mystic land with a royal enhance
To meet and fight your friend, all the way from the south and bend
In the heart brave, on the face rage, in the hands might and no postulance
It can break and burn thee with hands and thou have nothing to mend.
The south wind flies to the north, it comes back from the deep and hilly north
Meets its friends from the south, might and might for a vicious fight
Hold your breath, thou restive and humming bees of the green land, now and forth
To see how they, face to face, from the green south and the high north, fight with heart and might.
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By: FagunerAgun
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