I saw, the trees, the grass, the sea, the sky,
I grasp no meaning from the glimpse of life,
Where the birds sing in vain because the eye
For this scene is filled with to brim with strife.
I yearn to know the trees, the birds, the sky,
Above all sacred knowledge of the day.
I must no longer be required to lie,
In order to say that I know the way.
The trees stand out against the pale blue sky.
The soil recognizes the message it sends,
With love from peace and heaven, we comply
With command to live the life that mends.
The love of native life sends up the love
Of life, where I'm able to learn to love.