Within each group of people is a story waiting to unfold
Hidden with the depths of pages bleached new and yellow old
Their joys and fears and sorrows are plain to see

Far to the west across a narrow bridge you gain
Encouragement if you just overcome the constant pain
Drive to rise and fear to fail blend in harmony

Go south a bit and in a beautiful valley with ease
People greet and live and laugh and strive for peace
Freedom to create and knowing enemies still come to the gates

Go very far east towards the middle in a forest mild
A group of people protect Nature because they are free and Wild
Feel the earth's heartbeat in joy and every pain is a stab

Take a skip north and past spectres and rocks to see
People who love and encourage and welcome prosperity
Lose fear to advance but what is the price

Journey to the far east near a resplendent shore to find
People who are zealous and some are stern and some are kind
Intense and dedicated but will the fight ever end

Penned by my hand on the 25th of Lupar, in the year 780 AF.