A Birthright Heritage.

We who proud belong Among the countrysiders Reckon we all see Such wonderful Complexity of life. Far from city lights, We witness every gleaming Sunbeam strike new growth In sacred things That spawn in grassy streams. Scent of early dew We smell in earthy springtime. Sights of nature's prize Buzzards, winging Skywards fill our eyes. Cygnets magic change Over time from brown to white. Dark flocks of starlings Noisy roost, but Delight us every nightime. We want no changes. Rivers run and must reach sea From moorland heights, walking Tall by birthright, Our heritage is free.