In My Mirror
In this mirror, you can hear a child
in a tall grass field and running wild
The timothy grass hides this boy from view
so your left wondering is that you
To few summers, with many lessons to learn
from the deer, trout, eagle and fern
As a student we gain and strengthen our voice
for the path, that is followed, is your choice
Take joy in this journey but, leave no tracks
make Mother Earth cry and you can't go back
I see in this mirror, the child has grown
a young man, stands strong, to hunt on his own
As he ventures through this forest of strife
making choices that affect generations of life
Pray the choices made are for the good of all
for when Mother Earth cries, The Great Spirit calls
I see, 50 years of choices, in this generations reign
tears come from my eyes, as I feel Mother Earths pain
Mans greed and arrogance spoiled water, air, sky and land
Mother Earth, I see is crying, poisoned by human hands
With grand-children sick, from this contamination of earth
I ask grand-fathers guidance, that he return Mothers mirth
Man has stopped listening, he's only guided by greed
begging they listen, I keep planting the seed
With clean hands and clear eyes, I know I belong
without fear of whats coming, my relations are strong
Now I see in the mirror, an elder in white
as this mirror fades to darkness, I pray for the light
In My Mirror
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