||O fair Gormott, many are thy charms:
Sunlight like a mother's sweet caress,
Branches stronger than a father's arms!
||Oh, my apologies. I was merely
expressing my love for the natural
beauty of Gormott through poetry.
||I wish only that the children in the city
would weave beautiful verses about
their homeland also.
||But alas, it seems they are all more
concerned with enjoying the present
moment than pursuing the literary arts.