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