by Pino
Island in the middle of a lake
People lived in harmony
Kept traditional culture
For the sake of the ancestor
Hymns arise to the sky on Sunday
Say thanks to Almighty
For the harvest and visitors come by
Kept the traditional way
Nights passed silently
Waves rock endlessly
Whispering to maintain the green
Watering the blue lake
Sun rise blinking over the water
Yellow trumpet flowers smile to the sun
Watching sunset over a cup of hot coffee
What a blue water and blue sky
www.poemhunter.com June 26, 2014
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