Pink the puddles and aqua the skies
Red bull dust and windy sunrise
Myriad the hues and savage the symphony
of the scarred country the age lost with time
So hoarse the song so harsh the lyrics yet –
harsh reality a bewildering beauty infinite
all within an inaudible speech –
because no eyes shall dictate nor words relate
no ears will hear the invisible breeze that whisper it’s fate
and nothing it’s awe can bring to light.
The essence of the country
the very heart.