In morning when the sun arrives
with wisdom new, it fills our eyes.

At midday shines the southern skies
where elders walk and mother cries.

And summer storms from westward break
with healing rain, do new life make.

Then in the North near frozen lake
the great Bear dreams, too soon to wake.

Now high above the eagles soar
with prayers of yours and mine in store.

While deep inside the mother’s core
her spirit flows for ever more.

 9-3-09