Crow Canyon

Written in 2001.

River breeze,
Swaying trees,
A time to look and stare.
The spirits of the wilderness-
Call me by my soul's true name,
And I shall call them back with ease.

To whisper the the sacred song-
About the land of true heart and soul.
To be apart of them,
Whole or broken, they are my kin.

Kin of time,
Respect is learned.
Happiness and strife turns in time-
To what we know as life.