Blue sky, cloudless, deep
A Cross on a mountain top, guarding all
Sunlight bathing a land still green and brown
Shadows dancing and eagles flying
Autumn leaves, falling gently down
Catch the beauty, harvest the nuts and fruits
 
Walnuts drying under hot, radiant beams
Lizards skittering into cracks and crannies
Birds flying from fig to apple tree
Seeing the bounty, tasting and collecting
Chirping and singing, the world is alive
Touched by a delicate breeze passing by
 
White rocks frame a valley low
Yellow, orange and red leaves glisten and glow
An amazing peace hovers and reclines
As summer makes way for change
But dry earth waits impatiently for rain
Still, demanding, and knowing
 
Farmers ride tractors over partly-turned soil
Thinning, refining, preparing, planting
Year after year, season after season, they toil
Man, living in a place of plenitude and blessing
Nature in unison, when organic and pure
Money trying hard to taint and spoil
 
The setting sun lays a pink under blue
The promise of a new day as evening descends
Fires are being lit with logs burning hot
Lights create a spectacle under the midnight sky
The village is at rest, even lost sheep on the hills
One huge beating heart, looking down from on high
 
A strong mind and a good soul will resist
Pressure upon pressure to destroy what’s best
The machinery of exploitation and greed
Rattling, threatening, over-powering, overwhelming
The native worker, with ecology in their roots
Defying the men who arrive in grey suits
 
Oh, such a land of fertile peace
Resting free by still waters, clear
Must be left for future generations
Left to proclaim our Creator’s works
Oh, white mountain dressed in trees, green
May you keep our Holy Cross for all time!