An Ode to Britain’s Countryside

Soft winds allure,

Surrounded with fields and moor, 

Stands cliffs and hills asunder,

Filled with sunshine; no rain nor thunder.
Paradise, sweet and sour

Full of life and Mother Nature.

Animals, flowers and plants have power,

For no man can replace machinery as a lover.
Hearts will melt

And minds will rise,

For no land is more felt

Than the lands we recognise.
So rise, rise up and take a stand

Otherwise your land will be no more

Than greed that we take for grant.

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