Rooted In You
I see you.
Protecting us,
sustaining us
providing for free.'
I soak up every part of you.
Your taonga of blooming petals,
and wandering greenery,
embrace me at no expense.
I keep you alive.
My hands delicate with the tree bark of Tāne,
my body trusting in the ocean of Tangaroa,
and my feet firm on the body of Papatuanuku.
I swallow the suffering felt through you.
Foreign people,
tangata whenua,
ignoring your mauri within everything they touch.
It doesn’t have to be this way.
Demanding fees from your exploited soil,
just to watch your pukekos wander
and your pohutukawa blossom.
I must remain with you.
At the hands of the ravenous,
I pay a price to stay rooted
in your motherland.
Tīpuna.