Te Maunga
I wake up in the morning to hear the song of Te Moana singing,
Gently, waves whisper with a tune,
trees dress me,
Trampers tickle me and make me pleasantly warm.
I see beautiful sights,
palm trees dancing the hula,
clouds doing their hair, birds collecting kai.
I smell the fragrance of churning soil as mountain pigs look for food,
a whiff of freshly cut grass goes up my nose and makes me high,
I feel the community's love when tamariki planting new life on me.
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