Out there in an open field
Trees feel wind and,
Falcon speak we are free.
Horses running across the land
Making their own band,
grasses Kissing there feet and sing we are free.
Water leaking out of the cloud
Peacock dancing on the ground
There every move makes us feel
Oh! Yes we are free.
Tales running from their time
Melting in the present prime
Breath of every free men plead
May the warriors be in peace.
parth gwari
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/warriors-in-peace/
