In this land of
Oh-so-pretty
The comings and
The goings become
As much the point of travel
As arriving
Oh-so-pretty
The comings and
The goings become
As much the point of travel
As arriving
Dominated by nature
Which is, of course
Its greatest appeal
A land made
Of strife
And loss
And longing
Chipped rugged
With malice
And petulance
The sky
Whispered menace
And even a calm sea
Cut rough on the keel
Like sun-baked leather
A little old
A little weary
I can rest here
Be in this peaceful moment
What’s a little rain
A little discomfort
After a life of so many storms
But here is a rainforest
In this brooding monochrome
The nature of its beauty lies
And come to revel in it
Have I and many others
And here am I
In my little boat
Hauling logs across
The slate blue sea
Of a world
I hold in awe