The Homeland of My Ancestors

Standing tall and firm

With a confidence beaming; so majestic,

Antediluvian roots of sacred ground turn,

Ancestral trunks of Native armor; never to be domestic.

A swift breeze passes through,

The high tops of the wise ones

Dance to the rhythm,

The girl lovingly gazes up

Wishing to be one of them.

Lightly furrowing her brow

Cracking a sweet side smile

Her mind drifts off to a ponder,

"What secrets do they hold, I wonder"?

She speaks to the trees

The tallest she's ever seen,

A word worth more than gold,

A glimpse of beauty behold

To the stories untold.

Speechless...

Speechless to the Divine!

Such Divine

Imminent grace,

"Oh let it be mine,"

"Let it be mine", she says.

Breathing in deeply the scent

So healing, pure, and fresh

With the sun peaking through the tent,

Shimmering light kisses, refresh.

The elders of the forest

Beam at such a beautiful soul,

Their leaves and branches sing praises to the crest

Of the light that makes them feel whole.

For in many past lives they've seen

Their wanderer Spirit always find their way back home,

Regardless of where they've been,

No matter how far they roam.

The elders surely recognize

Speaking their blessings

Assuredly they say, "You don't remember me,

But I've known you for centuries".

And they gleam,

Oh they just gleam

Just letting it be

Letting it just be free,

Flying free to where it's safe,

The song they sing

That place!

Forever my place to truly feel

For my heart was never lost,

To remember how to heal,

Lifting the curses; fate recrossed.

To that place I feel

Most like myself...