The summit of the mountain,
the thunder of the sky,
the rhythm of the sea,
speaks to me.
the thunder of the sky,
the rhythm of the sea,
speaks to me.
The faintness of the stars,
the freshness of the morning,
the dew drop on the flower,
speaks to me.
the freshness of the morning,
the dew drop on the flower,
speaks to me.
The strength of fire,
the taste of salmon,
the trail of the sun,
and the life that never goes away,
They speak to me.
the taste of salmon,
the trail of the sun,
and the life that never goes away,
They speak to me.
And my heart soars.
~Chief Dan George~
Yes. I love this.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem, Janet!
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