Stories of this land
This lake of serentiy
Has been a guiding hand
Its waters touching every shore
By every village edge
Nourishing every flower and tree
That grows upon it's ledge
Roots run deep-roots run true
I sit upon my steed
A setting sun-this day is done
It has filled the need
Of those I love and who love me
Flourishing in this land
Soft shadows under velvet skies
Upon this place so grand
~Moses~
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