Dancing with my Mother

Child, so humble, so innocent Sun-kissed by golden streaks of warmth, Ray's gift of beauty to us. Hush, listen, for on summer days Like these, you can hear the wind Whispering secrets, tales of creation. A child with a spirit so free, whimsical, Finding laughter and joy hidden In a place forgotten- destroyed By industries, monsters of recreation, Killing our land, our home. Escape to a place where the child- The child within your soul can find its peace, Where simplicity is found in abundance. Lay beneath your Grandmother Willow. Caress the Earth. Dance with your Mother.