• the gentle sun kisses my skin
    petal fly through my hair
    bugs and water whisper into my ears
    the smoke of the red cedar trees fill my eyes.

    so my life is in this land i call home
    all those who have fallen still linger by my side
    hopes of dreams and courage
    fill my willpower to live.

    the only way i can survive in this word of hate
    is to see the souls of the forest
    even as their bodies burn
    in the harshest of wild fires.

    new life will spring from their ashes
    and inspire knew hope in everyone who sees
    if only those who see nothing but money
    could see these souls, the world would live in peace.