Knowledge travels on, journey
betraying nothing, flight of the
butterfly, softness of evening
coolness of the sea breeze
across uncertain shores.
Memories soaring high, when
youth brings delight, laughter
flowing across camp grounds
of yesterday, climbing mountains
picnic among flowers on the other
side of the mountain.
What a journey, like a flight
around mother universe, lessons
taught, more roads, ending
missions to achieve, never
streams flow without reason.
No regrets, through seasons
moons shine brighter, like
stars never looked more brilliant
grounds of my ancestors cry
with sadness to see what man
has done to hurt motherly
love..
White buffalo looks down
like spirits roaming country
sides, growing sleepy, weary
with pain, air unclean, curtain
opens one last time, before
the final judgment.
