Land

America the beautiful
America the brave
America of the rolling hills
America of the waves

At our heart is the grassland
With low dark roots residing
At our head is the mountain
With clarity and lofted peaks

Birds nest within rising trees
Water laps against the edge
Of a river and pond and lake
As a concert of communions

Heads rise to view the moon
A splendor of treasures amid
Internodes on interwoven net
Saturated land of magnetism

These hearts all pray at once
For a better union of liberties
Where peace is a taskmaster
And inspiration delivers aims