Hear

 I hear their voices, ancient in time.

Singing, drumming, calling through.

I've felt the earth mourn when I stood,

Still, silent, it held sadness in bulk.

The trail a trial we imposed,

It cried a holy lament for all it saw

And could not help but absorb.

I remember pow wows and time,

The beating coming in waves on the 

Drive home, we forget we are a part

Of this diversity in life, tread softly.

Hear the voices past, hear the ones living.

They have so much to teach about life.

Not gone and past, but present, now hear.