In every Nation,
In every Clan,
The Elders to a person
Understood a sacred plan
And Shared a common truth,
One Truth to understand,
The Spirit of the People
Is equal to the Power of the Land
The Mother of us all
The sacred Mother Earth,
Is constant in her giving,
And perpetual in her birth
In meadows and in fields,
Where weeds and flowers grow,
She conceives the summer showers,
And spawns the winter snows
In forests and in mountains,
She gives the birds that fly,
Every type of wing,
Then coaxes the wind
To join in harmony,
When they begin to sing
In brooks and streams,
And rivers as they flow,
She generates the dreams
And makes the fires glow
And in every creature,
Whether large or small
She buries gems of wisdom in them all
And in every grain of sand,
She plants the knowledge,
Of the Power of The Land
And in every blade of grass
The Earth has answers
To every question asked
And those that honour, Her creations,
Acknowledge her grand design,
She gives templates of the sacred,
The patterns of the divine
And then with certain knowledge,
This to understand,
That the spirit of the people,
Is equal to the Power of the Land