Colourful like a celebration,
made to be passed on,
bumpy like the rocks in the river,
special to me.
It looks like the plants
and the river mountains too.
Bumpy and soft just like my baby blanket.
It reminds me of my country,
just like home.
Flowy like trees and the rivers,
in my country.
My story is just like yours,
hard.
My country was threatened but ended happily ever after.