Category : Poems

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Long before you came to me
an eagle spoke of a place
Tucked away in a mountain brook 
ground covered with a shimmering early morning dew
 hidden without much trace. 
In this land there was no hurt, no evil could penetrate
This land has long been sacred
 to my people and my kin 
For i am but a medicine man
I hear those who call to him
This land has an idyllic voice
of which I call her God
For she can see me standing there displaced in the smog
When she speaks of the soul of the tree
in me there grows a warmth
For i too can see them
and hear them speak of logs.
The forest is a comfort
the trees to me do tell that man has only heard them truly when they're fell. 
The Brook it whispers softly
it too has seen its share
for I alone have seen the blood rushing through it's rapids
 and heard it's grizzly tale
The Birds that call to others, 
also call to me
For they have always been a true friend through and through for the trees. 
The flowers they stay silent
 as anyone would know
The only stories left to tell
 die in the snow.
The squirrels one by one 
gather from the trees
as they provide themselves 
with a feast of many seeds.
The owl speaks to all, 
but silent on the wind
 as it's wisdom comes upon me, 
I see the truth in him. 
The eagle appears before me 
and I on bended knee
 accept his royal appointment
 of the man who speaks for me.
The knowledge of this land 
is only known to few
And with a drastic measure
 i appeal to you. 
When you drive your car up to the woods
leave nature it's own blood
For each and every animal 
serves a purpose in this world.