She is the tree,
Who's roots bring life to stems that sprout extraordinarily 
Who's limbs spread gracefully toward redemption
Who's trunk supports for eternity

She is the spirit of a freedom
That cannot be stifled

She is the earth
Who's soil gives forth nourishment that supplies generously
Who's strength withstands destruction
Who's expansion generates history

She is the spirit of a freedom
That offers hope

She is the blossom
Who's growth offers the world its beauty intimately
Who's fragrance dominates the senses
Who's touch satiates humanity

She is the spirit of a freedom
That warrants attention

She is the stream,
Who's resource flows without cease readily
Who's travels expand courses
Who's need is mandatory

She is the spirit of a freedom
That defines purpose

She is the sun,
Who's rays whisper warm sentiments graciously
Who's appearance generates life
Who's power creates prosperity

She is the spirit of a freedom
That became infinite