April, 1987
Open and free, going on to forever
Touching the world with its sunshine and rain
Home of the songbirds, palette for dreamers
Spangled with stars in a lover's refrain.
Path of the eagle that flies over mountains
Lapped by the waves of an ocean so wide
Stage for the power of lightening magic
Open and free, there is nothing to hide
Coloured by sunshine, clothed by the clouds
Touching the mountains with sunset's soft hues
Parting of the picture shining in dreams
Here touching me and yet there touching you
Colours are changing, hues rearranging
Sure to be trusted, yet never the same
The world all surrounding, beauty abounding
Touching all people with sunshine and rain