Footsteps to the Peak

Upon the heights where the breezes play,

One Tree Hill stands tall each day.

A sacred peak, where footsteps climb,

Through echoes deep in ancient time.

Mornings paint the sky in gold,

While sunsets blaze in hues untold.

The city sprawls, yet here you’ll find,

A peaceful place to rest your mind.

Through Cornwall Park, the green fields call,

With sheep that roam and trees so tall.

Paths of stone and trails so steep,

Lead to secrets the hill must keep.

A monument stands, both proud and still,

A tribute carved with care and will.

The Māori spirits guard this land,

A history vast, both wise and grand.

So wear your hat, bring water too,

The sun is strong, the skies so blue.

Let whispers of the past be heard,

In every leaf, in every word.

At night the stars begin to gleam,

A silent world, a distant dream.

Above the city, bright with light,

One Tree Hill sleeps through the night.

Wiranpat ❤️