We are like salmon, swimming back upstream: br leaping against waterfalls that thwart, br cut and bruised; but strong; our only dream br return to source; no thought save source of thought; br br and in that fight, our iron age turns to bronze, br and we to heroes, in a war of soul, br as nature seeks the nature it had once; br though wholly lost, remembering the whole. br br We silver salmon, sparkling as the sun br shines on our fierce and loving enterprise: br to rear our children where the world is one; br the source remembered, nature's greatest prize. br br The golden age is ageless in its gleam br and we, like salmon, swimming back upstream.