Rising

The most rises from the mountains

  a beauty in shroud and veil

Setting yearning in the soul

  as a rising starts inside 

Longing to be set free

  into the clouds on the trees

Touching earth in gentle folds

  wanting so much more

For the beauty to be preserved

  safe for all the age

This treasure of our island home

  in danger of losing its beauty

Cause we don't care and teach

  others it's ok not to want

The violence of what I want

  now and no concern

For the greater good of

  community, which is

On display in the mists

  rising above the trees

Touching earth with such

  gentle fingers of love

Connection made known in the

  interdependence of cooling

Set in motion by rains

  nourishing the floor we are

Connected it cries through the

  call of the hawk

On the wings of the Great Heron

  in the tips of the trees 

Remember the we will do more

  than just an i ever can