The Bad Land
The sky fire burns the horizon,
and from Mako Sica
earth-baked colors emerge —
arid yellows and scoria blood reds
warm buttes and pinnacles
while canyon shadows deepen
coal-blue to violet.
Midday, the pale earth
void of hue
echoed my desolation.
Unending vistas
unending musings
Will anything ever change?
Tonight, the painted land whispers:
Wowacintanka,
embrace your wowasake.
Lakota translations
Mako Sica — Bad Land
Wowacintanka — patience
Wowasake — strength
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I can feel the beauty of the land exposed by the sun by day and the spirits by night.
Love:
Tonight, the painted land whispers:
Wowacintanka,
embrace your wowasake.