THE NEW CHINA
2008 OLYMIPICS


Flourishing in ancient China,
Grown by monks for two thousand years.
Roses symbolized China’s passion
For envy, sadness, love and tears.

China, the abundant, God’s portrait of beauty
I'll cherish till the day I die.
Where the bones of past heroes lie buried in the ground
Who loved her the same as I.

Her mountains are so tall they reach for the sky
With prairies where the green grasses grow.
There's billions of trees where wild birds nest
With creatures that flourish below.

That blue gold called water with which we are blessed
As raindrops or crystallized snow;
Changes to rivers and fresh water lakes
While the winds of our seasons blow.

There's the haunt of a whistle from a lonely freight train
Racing on ribbons of steel
With the harvest of farms and from the factories
Balanced in a box on a wheel.

Some cities have buildings a hundred stories tall
Structures of concrete, glass and steel.
The Olympic Bird Nest in Beijing
Describes how inside we feel.

We’ll fight terrorism as it should be fought
Never letting evil chase us to our door.
Safeguarding our borders and system of life
As our forefathers sacrificed before.


By Tom Zart
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