This land that surrounds
This land that has nurtured us
For so long
This land on which we stand
This land has no voice
This land is silent
This land is silent
This land has stood
Witness for so long, so long.
But if we took time
To listen to this land
We would hear its voice
We would hear it in the wind
And the lowing of the trees
We would hear its voice
In the grasses sigh
We would hear the land
In the rush of the rivers
And trickling of streams
This land in its silence sighs
Let me rest
Let me breathe
Open your eyes and see
Let me rest
Let me breathe
Let me renew
Let me rest
Leave me to green
Leave me to grow
This land cannot hide
This land cannot run
This land cannot pretend
To be somewhere else
It cannot disguise its pain
And what of the guardians
What of the people of this land
Are their eyes blind-folded
So tight that they cannot see
Or perhaps they face the other way
Distracted and deafened
So that they no longer
Hear the cry of the land
Let me breathe
Let me rest
Let me renew.
Rob Cullen
