I pull my sword pen
From its holster
And rise it toward
The Sun’s ray
So there is a glistening
Which emulates from
It’s metal gleeming
And after the brilliant
Light is shown
I throw it to the ground
To Earth below
And with the toss
I pray
To the All That Is
That this land
Will be saved
And will continue
To exist
That Mother Earth
Will rejuvenate herself
That life
Will not be
In vain.