Grandfather tree blessing
Old trees are the wise elder at the edge of the village
I rest my head on grandfather tree
There is only so much a heart can carry
“I am tired, Da...,
Please tell me the ancient story”
My sweet little girl, he said
The world is spinning too fast
Humans thought they could thrive
Without their roots to keep them wise
All the great warriors came before you
And lied their heads on me
Their souls pierced with holes
Dreading that never they would feel whole
You were chosen, you didn’t have a say
For the Spirit always finds a way
The soul of the world saw your untamed heart
She won’t stop calling for you
Other brave girls cried before you
And some nights, they said
“I am tired, Da...,
Please tell me the ancient story”
Through sweat and tears
They paved the way
They moved beyond their fears
To seize the dawn of a new day.
This is the story, my sweet little girl
All the great warriors have cried before you
You always knew the way.
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