My Plains

Do you see these plains?

There are a part of myself and I am a part of them.
They are sacred for me, they are my stem
These fields and these plains - my native soil –
Remind me of fresh bread and olive oil

Just like the Great Plains
Are the Americans’ domains.
And you, my neighbors, my friends,
Our destiny interblends

You are born on the same soil, at the same place,
We breathed together the same air, at a good pace
Coming from our hills and our mountains
Refreshed by the water of our fountains
 
We have been cradled by the same love
Our parents and grandparents have showered upon us.
They endowed us with a spiritual legacy
Accumulated through generations for many a century. 

I cannot remember your names or your faces,
May you be alive or passed on, or in other places
But I certainly know who you are –
And will always recognize you from afar.

You are the seeds of this same earth
Which to you and myself gave birth
I will always unconditionally love you.
You may ask me, why I have left you.

I would tell you that it was my destiny,
Which guided and forged me to necessity
In order for me to regain the values from above,
Of my ancestors and of the power of love.
 
Without this destiny and without an aim
I would be like a candle without the flame
Which animates our spirit and gives us light,
Lifts us up and blesses us with insight.
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