19/06/2025
He Kōrero o Matariki
A Poem of the Stars
By Dean Hepburn
Matariki, mother in the sky,
Rising gently as the cold winds sigh.
She calls us home, her light a flame,
To heal our hearts, to speak each name.
Tupu-ā-rangi, voice of the air,
Gives forest fruits with songbird flare.
The trees bear gifts, the branches sway,
Above, the sky sings life each day.
Tupu-ā-nuku feeds the soul and land,
With kūmara grown by steady hand.
From soil we take, and in return,
We plant with care and let earth learn.
Ururangi, wild and free,
Breath of Tāwhirimātea, child of sea.
He shapes the clouds, he bends the tree,
A restless dance, a spirit’s plea.
Waipunā-ā-rangi cries silver tears,
Awe and thunder through the years.
Her rain feeds root and floods the plain,
She weaves her cloak of soft refrain.
Hiwa-i-te-rangi, star of dreams,
She gathers all our hopes and schemes.
We speak them true beneath her light,
And send them soaring through the night.
Waitī flows where rivers gleam,
In dancing brooks and crystal stream.
She hums of eels and glistening trout,
A lifeblood threading in and out.
Waitā roars with ocean’s might,
Where tides and fish in moonlight write.
She gathers kai beneath the foam,
And guides our waka safely home.
Pōhutukawa whispers in the dawn,
Of those we’ve lost, now gently gone.
Their memories drift on mist and breeze,
In every shadow, in rustling trees.
So as Matariki climbs once more,
We stand together on the shore
To grieve, to feast, to dream, to sing,
And welcome in the year’s first spring.
📷-NZ Parliament website