If a Song Could Right a Wrong

Wind in your oak tree.

Hetch Hetchy, I see your river springing
Once again,
catching light,

Your waters call to me.

Hetch Hetchy, I see your eagles winging
Once again,
taking flight,

Dreaming you are free.

Sleeping Hetchy Hetchy,
In all your sweet might,
I see your meadow glories once again,
Mist from falls in ferny glen,
Waking up from your long night.

There is a rustle of oak leaves once again
On the Valley floor,
Grasses blow and rocks glow
Gold in afternoon light’s ore.

Hetchy Hetchy, Yosemite’s twin,
I hear your valley singing,
I see your river springing,
I see your eagles winging,
Once again,
Forever more.