Valle Verde del Rio

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The Mountains cry,

A spiritual sigh,

And weep,

Till springs are dry.

Spilling their tears,

Long Enchanted spears,

To Valley below,

And in River reappears.

Magical tear drops,

Cutting green swaths,

Slicing Desert,

And creating gorgeous Bosques.

Tears become blood,

A new Spiritual flood,

Providing Life,

Allowing agricultures' flowers to bud.

The Vineyards disrupt,

While their grapes erupt,

Tear and Blood juices,

Harvested from vines disrupt.

Spirit of this land,

Filtered through desert sand,

Providing inspiration,

Gift of the Valle Grande.

Fermented into Oro Loco,

Beautiful gold aglow,

Sipped gladly,

Spirit removes my woe.

Crafted into Rojo Loco,

This crimson doth sow,

Into my heart,

The Land's vitality we know.

Such Spirit does She bestow,

Beyond tan cut by green flow,

Enchantment's enhancements,

Gifts of this Valle Verde del Rio.

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