We witness her beauty with eyes that won’t see

What was and what is, and what ought to be

 

Nature our teacher, from the roots to the tree

Plundered for profit, what she gives us for free

 

But on the horizon with eyes that must see

What was and what is, and what ought to be

 

Gentle is the morning light

In the garden of earthly guise

Awakes the dawn from weary night

And greets the day through nature’s eyes

 

Dawn paints her silent muse

From dreams in the night

Awaken on the path we choose

In the solace of morning light

 

Through the garden of wonders where love remains true

As mother earth reminds us of who teaches who

Ancient her wisdom, our calling to renew

In this garden of wonders where love remains true