Ancient Land

Infused with wisdom

Organic and pure

The waters run through

Sediment and sand

The air fills our lungs

Where the mountains stand

For centuries

Broken by clenched fists

Caressed by gentle hands

Destroyers or defenders

Of this ancient land

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