Mother Natures vines Since time began you nurtured us, In the cradle from our birth. Embraced in love in rocking chair, The woven vine of mother earth. The thatched roof up above our head, The basket containing our daily bread. The sea grass mat beneath our feet, The wicker chair as woven seat. The harvest basket filled with fruit and grain, The bamboo flutes sweet refrain. Mother Nature, your woods, vines and reeds, Has served us nobly in all our deeds. Through warp and weave you appear, In the Artisans work we hold so dear.  |
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