There is no leaf caressing a ration of rain water
No tree bent by green skies
No hedge split by the wind
No meadow laid bare by it's own kind
No form of nature
That has not witnessed man's tribulations
Or man's secrets
Or man's history
Or felt man's longing eyes
For beauty
For strength
For power
For fearlessness
To be who we are
And live the life we are destined to live