The sunshines are throbing from the fresh breeze of morning spheres,
Deep from mesh and flei of smashy Dranken.mountainous slopes .

Look down there! when I’m here at the heart of a place called home ,

With greetings by the corigated inventions of my fore ones .
In this place this !
I see no sorrows,nor sorries but stories that brought the sons and daughters like you and me to the aldulthood .

Such shrubs you see ,
If they had mouths they would tell the tales on how our culture is respected like in the movie Troy .

Oh look! Look at those skies ,
So innocent ,
Free from weatherly monsters like hydras and clouds of colunimbustratus .
Allow me to leave you with such beautitude ones
‘My place Home is smashy