I am beholden to no man
My spirit is free as the air

Like a butterfly I land where I wish
And sting like the busy bee

Beware manipulators
Beware false gods
Beware the fox lurking
Quietly in the undergrowth

We have work to do
You and I
Wounds to heal
Paths to travel
For our children
And their children
And their children's children

If we shout to articulate
To make the world a better place
Love it
The seas, the hills, the mountain ranges
The grasslands and the massy oak
Are all we know
Cherish them as us

I will not give way on this
I am beholden to no man
I am a mother
I am the earth