You are all tender leaves,
You are the newborn green,
Just awakened into the world
What wonder fills your eyes, unseen!
You are fresh, you are unknowing,
Blossoms of what is yet to be,
You are the nation and its heartbeat,
Sparks of a rising energy.
You are the soil, the soul of a people,
The future yet to unfold,
You are the guides and gentle keepers,
The chariots steady and bold.
You bring the light of something new,
An ever-renewing dawn,
You light the torch in shadowed caves,
And push the darkness on.
You are the mountains, you are the oceans,
Treasures deep and wide,
You are the deserts, streams, and rivers,
And forests far and wild.
You are the young, forever moving,
You are the ones who lead,
You are the first, you are the last,
The elements all agreed.
You will bloom, you will make mistakes,
While shaping paths anew,
And once again the land will shine
Through the vision born in you.
These tender leaves will one day grow
Into trees of colors bright,
Today you are the budding green,
Tomorrow’s hopeful sight.
