Winter Into Spring

I'm rooted in this land And I will top the trees Nesting with wing to the breeze I'll travel a branched highway In the spring, bushy tailed, feeding need Where I'll survey blooms from seed I will purloin the stars So that I may outshine the sun And give light to everyone I will collect the tears Of sad eyed servants And wash them in warm currents We are of this land We are all one hand We can gather joined In unbreakable amalgamation Bridging the boarders of every nation And on the wings of doves We can rid the wrath of malice And drink from the lilies chalice