Not So Level Ground
With level ground to walk upon,
The warriors may drink tea.
And the parson will speak peace,
Then tread down soil with ease.
Amidst the hill top’s brittle fear,
The new shoots begin to grow.
Then if one should take a fall,
Moor hills let mountains show.
Know what enemies need to know,
For aid beside foreign ground.
When one should offer a seat,
Another makes a sound.
Over there, upon the mountains,
All creatures stand in honour.
Now the ground that once was flat,
Holds success and power.
