We Stand Poem by David Harris

The hiss of the waterfall,
a blue cloudless sky,
the calls of the wild
echoing across the wind.
We stand near the water’s edge
and listen to the day
as it unfolds its raptures
of nature’s song sung
by its chorus all around.
The trees and the creatures
made by a heavenly hand
graced by the sunlight
that warms this fertile land.
We stand and immerse ourselves
in what we have been offered
a new day and new start
to build something finer
and not make the mistakes
that were made long ago,
but rebuild the promise
of a green and pleasant land.


12 March 2011