Standing in the midst,
Caught up in the spirit of the tea,
The water falls so purely,
The mist surrounds and kisses me.
The fairies and gods bring the peace of the mountain,
My every breath filled with the inspiration of life,
My heart pounds and brings a smile so alive,
The tea trees join my being and call me to rest.
The love and beauty of the mountain,
The flowers so sweet, the moss so green,
The tea trees flourish amid the rock so strong,
And the sun and moon gives rise to nourish and bless.
Season by season the tea trees bring us healing and life,
The last bud unfurls as they rise in the cosmos glorified and majestic,
So I listen closely as I hear the call,
Come with me to the dance of the tea leaves.