Move gently…
We…
Move gently on our Mother,
the small Beings are Growing…
Our Trees are Blossoming,
Exploding in Beauty,
in Life…
Light Green, light Green, light Green…
Green, the Color of Hope,
Food for our Hearts…
Dance in the Wind,
in the Crowns of the Trees,
in the long long Grasses,
be Touched,
be Caressed by the Fresh…
It is,
Now,
that Healing Moment.