It is in the heart of the winter maiden to bestow her nourishments onto the land. Where there lay snow, there lay the natural essence of the sky and land. Gifts given to replenish our iwi as seasons pass. Let us grow resilience for what is yet to come and
Puanga-rua shines in its tranquillity among the cluster of Tautoru, signalling the rain held by Hakiharatua. The tears of the ancestral parents flow freely, flooding with love for those who have passed on. These tears that nurture the land, these tears that will nourish our people—life moving from the world
Ka aupiki te auahi ki ngā rangi tūpuna me ngā kupu whakamiha o ngā uri e pae nei ki te mata o te whenua. Tūrama mai ra te pō, Titiwha ki te ao marama, E hai!
Nau mai ki tō tātou nei tuhinga e kīa nei ko Te Iho Tangata
Taka mai rā ko te huka angiangi ki runga o Koro Taranaki, koia te tohu tuatahi o te hurihanga nui o Hine Raumati kia Ngahuru-Ā-Mua, e tau rā.
Nau mai, tau mai ngā hua nui ki te mata o te whenua. He Toiora Tāngata, he Toiora Whenua he Toiora
