The Sun is out;
He only wants to bless.
But blessings
always come with hardships.
The warmth will bring growth.
All will want the power.
Weeds strangle rich lands;
Do not let them choke you.
Weapons formed against you
shall outgrow themselves.
Give no ground.
There is no ground to give.
Claim what is yours.
The afternoons will warm your atmosphere.
The heavens will rebel.
Thunder will roar; let it fall on your deaf ears.
Lightning will threaten,
it's rage will consume countries.
Stand resoved against the firestorms.
Let yourself laugh
when grass mocks you with flame.
Let your roots dig deep
into the Stream at your side.
Let the open plain never dissuade your purpose;
one day you will bring shade.
Silver trophy winner
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