Land Well for the Boat

I will climb to higher ground, so we all will land sound.
Them first, then me. Months of duty, I obliged.
I will grip the palm until all of us reach the higher ground.

Not one of them flails against the screaming waves; shelter we'll provide.
I find a way. I always have. Now too, I will. I will.
I will grip the palm until all of us reach the higher ground.

From up there I shall see them all, every single one.
From there I'll reach, and pull, and trust that they'll take hold.
I will grip the palm until all of us reach the higher ground.

No toll for love. I'll reach, and I trust they'll share ground.
I kept the order. Them first. Now we climb to bloom together.
I will climb to higher ground, so we all will land sound.

Land well and I will lift them, all of them more easily. 
For years. That's a vow I know will never waver.
I will grip the palm until all of us reach the higher ground.

Up! Up, I roar! ALL of us, to the ground where we are bound!
Each blossoming again, upon the higher ground.

I will climb to higher ground, so we all will land sound.
I will grip the palm until all of us reach the higher ground.

--Drew 🚣🏽🏝️🪷