Silent Spirit

Light wind breaths landscapes of nature through my bones Flowers radiate the harmoniouse in beauties gentleness Gentle Corn Maiden awakens into summers abundant sigh I raise my arms and praise the Grandfather to a wrathfull sun I am a free people Asphalt comes from nowhere blotting out all joy Skyscrapers claw the heavens into submission The wild moon weeps at this Earth is free no more. Na haepa she shanka