"Indian Sky"

When my nap was finished
My first sight in the sky
It was part of my dream
Realizing that mighty warrior
In his austere pose
How ever rough the edges
But still a gentle rose
Many battles had he fought
Travel in the plains
The buffalo hunt sacred
Its spirit commands respect
Asking its forgiveness
For the taking of its life
It understands and responds
Loking upon his oppressors
With mutual respect
Love based on principle
The energy makes its rounds
Once again it shall return
To its own nature within the sounds
All that was taken given reverence
Humble the warrior bows
The greater a man who walks
Upon the land
He is even great in his life
And in his death
If he yields to nature's creations
Every thing that is affixed in place
The steady moving pace
Of a world that turns methodically
Upon the warriors face
You can see his love of creation
In the sweetness of his eyes

~Moses~
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