Child of this land,
you were conceived on a hill.
Mother Earth’s calm rhythms
that danced under an open sky
and on dry soil that day
bore witness to the creation of you.

Ancient child of the ocean
you were blessed with a soul from the deep
maybe a spirit of a whale.
Who knows what will bubble to the surface with you?

Gentle child in my womb
soon, oh so very soon,
you will breathe the ocean breeze
and sing your song to be carried away by the waves.

Mother Earth has been waiting patiently
and when she hears your song and feels your breath
She will dance to your calm rhythms.

There is a tribe in Africa with the tradition to get to know a baby’s song when a woman is trying to conceive. She will then sing that song to her partner, to the midwives present at the birth, to the child later in life. To the whole village. Everyone will know that song so when that person wanders off the right path, the village will remember and sing that song back to the person. To call them home. To remind them of who they are.
This is Frederick’s Song.