The Heart of a Creation

When the moon goes away and the sun rises,

when a ray of heat shines down through the 

biggest forest.

There is a magic that makes the world under

the autumn leaves wake up.

Makes the smallest creatures worship their god

with a simple dance.

A dance never seen before that is unique and 

involves the movement of legs, the movement

of arms, and of the heart. 

This poem is about: 
My country



When the moon goes away and the sun rises..


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