In the grass, look closely! I see
a buzzy bee, gazing back at me.
I stare into his holographic eyes,
and see a land of cultural ties.
I see cities of gardens and ports and sails,
Towns of geysers and ice and whales.
They welcome traditions and cultural religions,
They honour the kiwi, tuatara, and pigeons.
The young stringray with a tale of gold,
Sits un-named on a map, so old.
They live un-noticed, under a cloud of riches,
"Aotearoa" they sing, in a chorus of pitches.
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