I remember air so pristinely clear,

The mountains around the valley seeming near,

And the light of creation causing the rocks to glow;

It is my intent my descendants see it so.

I remember water rushing so clean and pure,

The slightest swallow all weariness seeming to cure,

And the flavor of creation spreading throughout the flow;

It is my intent my descendants taste it so.

I remember soil soft, and moist, and dark,

Growing foliage for forest, field, and park,

And the sound of creation murmuring as breezes blow;

It is my intent my descendants hear it so.

I remember breathing in the gentle scent

Of flora freshly washed beneath the forest tent,

And the odor of creation gladness of spirit seeking to bestow;

It is my intent my descendants experience it so.

May we and our descendants