My Friend, won’t you take my hand
And I’ll lead you to that land
Where the mountain breeze all stand,
Ready to blow your lovely hair
And cool your body with her air
And play you music with her birds
Yes! The birds of paradise, in reds
Black, white, yellow, and more
For the beauty of nature is still there in store,
The tranquility, we’ll not ignore

We can walk and talk, and rock
With the virgin forest’s flock
Never to worry ‘bout that clock
That walks in circles, tick and tock.
We can bath in the icy waterfalls
That run like mother nature’s tears
Glowing in the sun like crystals
Forming beautiful rainbows, that cheers.

We can watch the waking sun in the east,
Rising to sweep the foggy mist
Of the rugged mountains of New Guinea
A place where houses have no chimney
Where the people speak 852 languages
One country with many tongues
The culture wide and diverse
Truly, a million different journeys you’ll face.

So my friend, will you take my hand
And I’ll lead you to that land?
© Yesterday Mailo