The earth breathes through the reeds
As a gentle breeze caresses the tops of the tall grass.
From the gray skies, a rain of ash
Like hellfire on the sinners of the world.
Follow the wooden path through dragonfly fields
(Those graceful lords of the air,)
Past the tree-line of Douglas firs
And enter a world untamed by man,
Flanked by walls of granite a mile high,
Whose faces were carved by the hands of God.
The ancient woods echo with laughter.
Here, a trio of young men
Charge, naked, for the cool, inviting waters of the river,
Returning, for a moment, to that idyllic paradise
Before the Fall,
Upon whose shores teem and glisten with gold.
Eternal guardian who holds up the sky
And has witnessed the passing of the ages,
Protect this hallowed ground,
Keep holy this sacred place.
© Chester Sakamoto