Take some myrtle branches, spread them all over
as you travel-the world needs them-the planet
unable to breathe, heaves heavily,cannot shed tears
there maybe hope of water as hidden springs bubble up
in steep crevices,in lofty peaks, where snow never melts
hurry,hurry, it may already be too late-hurry -hurry (AB 20)

kites signal freedom
soaring high in the blue sky
who controls the flight?

Special tree grown here
did Apollo sow the seed
Forever in love

amazing journey
vessels of vision, unseen
miracle of life