From the land and the sea we arose...to become like a tree. The beauty that beholds us and all that we must be. Never forgetting whence we come...beholding the light and night that shimmers brightness and sparkles from the sky to the sea/see. Can you not sea/see who we must be? Can you not sea/see who we must be? Arise to the light and night that shineth/and shimmer with all your might like that ole mighty tree. Reach deep within your being and stand up to be free...You are like the tree...that is free. Illusions? What illusions? You are like the tree...that is free.
