Hold this world in the palm of your hands,
Treat it the way you would treat yourself,
Let the waters flow through your veins,
Like the blood moving through your heart.
For you are with the lands,
And trust what is on the shelf,
And take hold of the reins,
Leading them through the part.
While walking proud among the white sands,
Taking a strong hold on your wealth,
Leading those whom you train,
And making them travel the path of your cart.
For if you place your heart upon the cart,
The sands will become the lands,
Letting their wealth become your stealth,
Cherish the land and it will cherish you.
Donald Horn
Copyright �2004 Donald Horn