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No boundaries define growth's gentle sway,
Through arid trails, horse hooves leave their trace,
Through arid trails, horse hooves leave their trace,
All along as time path
On mountain's crown, a verdant tapestry,
Nature's canvas, painted so beautifully.
Harvests rise and wither in cyclic dance,
No equinox, yet life finds its chance.
Nature's canvas, painted so beautifully.
Harvests rise and wither in cyclic dance,
No equinox, yet life finds its chance.
Through toil and sweat, the farmers persist,
Harnessing nature's gifts, a lifelong tryst.
Harnessing nature's gifts, a lifelong tryst.
To my dear grandfather, whose spirit soars, In the high mountains, where hard work was yours. With hands weathered and a heart full of grit, You labored tirelessly, never one to quit. With gratitude, I remember your hard toil, Your legacy lives on, wrapped in the soil. In memory of your mountainous endeavor, We honor you.
