Grandmother always said
This land of ours is sacred
Think of Her as you would a child
For She is still growing & each day is new
Tenderly hold Her hand and walk mild
Each morning, She will look to you, a face renewed
Each day of life on this land is sacred
Walk softly & follow many worn traveled paths, as if they are Her heartstrings
As many as the stars of a nights sky, is revered
Are the sparkles in Her eyes of joyous blessings
Grant Her passage & freedom, Her waters fountains
When Her waters overflow from new seasons
New life She is bringing from the mountains
To the Valleys below, Her waters have reasons
These days are sacred and Her heart is humble
Play not the fools hand of destruction of her greatness
Less you doom yourself the fool who will stumble
Find not Her hand reaching out to those that seek wickedness
If you take from Her, you must give a gift in return
Many seeds will find your hands digging
Planting new life for the next generation in turn
For She cannot give & give, if life is always reneging
Nothing living is indestructible










