THE MUSIC FOR THIS ONE... THIS IS MY ROOTS SO LISTEN...
http://youtu.be/_2-DDQQ-eOM
She like mist descends and covers my lands.
The hills and the trees.
Drops of her falling from leaves to forest floor.
I soaking in the dew as it runs down a blade of my grass.
To her I owe my existence and she owes hers to me.
She evaporates into the skies of my atmosphere and floats as the clouds in my fields of blue.
Falling as rain she fills my rivers and lakes... flows to my spacious oceans and seas.
Our relationship so intricate that it has never been clearly defined.
Not by psychologist, psychiatrist, preacher or bard.
I try but it eludes me as well.
She like mist descends.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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