Upon the hours of this land,
We quicken our hopes and know,
Time will crest away those waves from this rivers shore,
For our love and those wild roses seem to mingle,
And share the moment of these dreams that wait no more,
Nootka rosebush glorious and brave,
Their blossoms come alive and show today,
From its songs by the weaver finches casting their spells,
Within that green life force displays,
From hundreds of cool licks of paint,
Brushed too tease this board of revelation,
It sees more than it had seen before,
Only the human touch from painting,
Will commune in this place of nature,
With its precious cargo of beautiful animals which know,
That winters breath will fill this land with snow.
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