Aotearoa: The Long White Cloud's Song Where the world begins its waking, east of all the rest, Lies a scatter of green jewels upon the ocean's crest. Aotearoa, Land of the Long White Cloud, In silence and in majesty, its ancient truths are vowed. The Northern Heart The North, Te Ika-a-Māui, the fish that Māui caught, Where the earth breathes fire and lessons of the past are taught. In Rotorua's steam, the sulfur air is keen, A canvas painted brightly, where Māori life is seen. The carved marae stands in grace, the kapa haka strong, A heritage of language where the tribal rhythms throng. To Tāmaki Makaurau, where the sailing boats all gleam, Auckland's harbour city, a busy, vibrant dream. Volcanic cones stand silent, watching history unfold, From the warmth of golden beaches, beautiful and bold. The crimson burst of pōhutukawa on the shore, A fiery, Christmas welcome that the summer winds adore. Then down to Wellington, clinging to the hillsides steep, Where winds from Cook Strait howl and secrets governance keep. A compact, cultured capital, buzzing with the brain, Washed clean by southern gales and cooled by sudden rain. And further inland, Tongariro's rugged, ashen cone, A sacred mountain, silent, upon its lava throne. The Southern Crown Across the strait we journey, where the waters crash and flow, To Te Waipounamu, where the towering mountains grow. The Southern Alps rise fiercely, a spine of ice and snow, Where ancient, mighty glaciers move relentless, silent, slow. Aoraki, Mount Cook, the cloud-piercer, grand and high, Reflected in the turquoise mirror of the glacial sky. Lake Tekapo and Pukaki, pure and cold and deep, Where the stars at night are clearest, while the world is fast asleep. In Fiordland's dark, deep chasms, shrouded in the mist, Milford Sound stands solemn, by the ocean darkly kissed. Mitre Peak, a monarch, watching water cascade down, A wet, wild, vast cathedral, wearing moss as its green crown. To Queenstown, built for action, where the fearless hearts convene, Adrenaline's pure playground, on a dramatic alpine scene. From the bungy jump's quick plunge to the swift, sharp jet-boat's leap, The secrets of the mountains that the spirit strives to keep. The gold rush trails of Otago, now rows of vines unfold, A nectar of the sun and earth, more precious far than gold. The Land and The People The gentle, flightless kiwi, burrowing in the shade, A symbol of the people, humble, unafraid. The silver fern unfurls its grace, a national design, A promise of resilience, enduring and divine. The air is fresh and honest, the soil is dark and deep, Protecting its wild wonders, the ancient spirits sleep. A country rich in spirit, resourceful, kind, and true, With a cheerful, open nature, saying "How are you?" Kia ora is the greeting, warm across the miles, A land of great immensity, of welcome and of smiles. A sanctuary of beauty, from the ocean to the height, New Zealand, shining brightly, bathed in the...
Read moreThis bakery is known for offering affordable and excellent value for money. The staff is friendly and welcoming, adding to the positive experience. They provide a wide variety of delicious treats, although it's worth noting that most of the options are indulgent, fatty, and sugary—definitely not the healthiest choices. However, if you don't mind indulging in such treats occasionally, then this bakery is a great place to visit and satisfy...
Read moreWhen you don’t have card they let you bank transfer. Which is very convenient. Food quality is definitely better than other bakery places. I’ve gotten to a point that every bakery I try I can actually taste the difference in quality compared to this bakery. They also have nice desserts and ones that aren’t from a norm for...
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