There is an empty building:
House full of beds and ruins,
Emptily filled with wastes and troughs,
Round it are fences, very high,
Encompassing it like a desolate...
The hen is on a march with her nine chicks,
Her cackling sounds urging them on, to move;
Endearing them, building, teaching, giving them strength.
They walk...
Passionate leaves, plummeting, fresh and green,
Atop the black soil full of nutrients,
Soaked with natures blessing- strong and keen,
Struggling with repression and colonist opposition trains
Inflicting...