Take me, hit me, walk all over me Hard and long; I make you rage I'll take you anywhere or nowhere at all A start and an end, and also what lies between The poet's muse, the transient's anthem, a young man's dream Answer my call, or don't I'll go on

I reach for the sky but never descend, at the very top is where I end. I crown the bold and stand alone, where eagles soar, I make my throne.

I am the ever restless blue, my stillness invokes danger. Comprehend my beauty, scorn me, I cannot care. Cup a piece of me in your hand and watch as it escapes.

Incredible land of intricate imprints, a variety of voices and vibrant vistas, where history hums and heritage holds the heart in harmony. Bordered by bands of burnt sky and bountiful botany, dotted with the wheel of law.

Through valleys and over mountains I roam, Guiding through deserts and forests, through shadow and sun. Poets honor me in verse and in ode; Some run toward me with purpose; others, from where I lead do they run.