The Land We Shall Stand On

Leaves on the trees rustle and sway, 
Layered with roots below the ground I play, 
Sun in the sky is blowing past the day, 
My connection with earth will stay this way, 
A breath of fresh air the sun in my eyes, 
The breeze blows beautiful white clouds across the skies, 
Bright coloured birds fly past like spies, 
And on our land people score tries, 
Tears will drop down to the earth, 
But at the same time there will be the new birth.