I dream of the plains in tales of old
Where cockspur ferns stretch to the sky
Where the hoof beats of herds have measured the passage of time
Where the cool of the evening carries the songs of shepherds
Where the music
Of the evening breeze accompanies the conversation of friends
Where the lion grunts
And roars in the night
Where the noise of the war
Is silenced forever
I dream,
I dream of waking
Beneath a morning moon, lost
Under the endless sky
Of Umutara
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