quiet nights, soft winds,
spent deep in contemplation,
often trying to overcome
the sadness here seen by others.
angry words, ignorance,
flashes of misbegotten actions,
turning deep within to find answers,
to renew respect for Mother Earth
and for all her children.
to think, to dream, to send prayers
on these soft winds, dispersing them
across the plains, the mountains,
the canyons, the deserts,
carrying the hopes, the dreams,
the simple desires,
for all those who are in need,
for all those who seem to be forgotten,
for all those who need support.
to bring change, to bring peace,
to restore things as they once were,
lives which were once lived in balance, in harmony,
can return to a simpler time, and be lived like that once again.
the wolf is my messenger
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will be known by the tracks
we leave behind."
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