On Moccasin Feet
In the early days
Before the white man came
The birds sang their songs
The trees relaxed
their resplendent arms unto the world
Animals of all kinds
roamed the lands
There was plenty
We took from the land
And the land gave back to us
Great Father Sun rises, greets us
Bathes us in warm golden light
Whatever the season
The light of dawn returns
his blessing, our gift
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We can benefit from that wisdom now. The earth and all beings, human and non-human alike, are intimately connected whether we want to recognize it or not. Thank you for giving voice to this carefully-crafted poem. Well done, Jess