Ode To The Poui

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Standing tall against the northern sky
Golden highlights across the hills high
The arid blazes cannot defeat your glory
Your yellow Trumpets sound the rain story

Our heritage intertwined
Bois of the camboulay designed
Apamata, mites nor wind can decay
The sturdy refuge you provide our way

From your might skin a shaman can brew
A soothing tea for an ache and flu
Gold tree, majestic carpet lay you down
To shield the parched earth around

For all that you are and all that you do
Poui we pledge to protect a space for you