Spirits of the Land:
Raul Cardenas

I am the silent oak tree
Always listening to the music of the forest
Watching the day go by
Providing protection to those who need it

I am the insignificant blade of grass
Constantly stepped on by careless people
But am still here, standing tall and proud
You can crush my leaves, but you can't crush my spirit

I am the daring bird
Soaring through clouds
Until I land on a tree and rest
Then I fly again into the heavens

I am the native plant, originally here
I try desperately to fight back against invaders
But we fight a losing war
Even if we are defeated, we will blossom again someday