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Death Song

When I was a boy the forest was home
Her children were brothers. I wasn't alone
The stars were shining, the rivers flowed clean
The beaver he chewed on an old poplar tree
The birds were singing, the earth renewed each spring
The fox was friendly, we shared the same things

Those days now over, an old man you see
His heart long broken, this life must flee
The wing of his spirit must carry him high
A tear on my cheek, I'm ready to die

Remembering the past, mine eyes grow wide
Not dim, but clear as once could see
The stars above me, the forests broad on Mother Earth
My brothers all around me could speak and I heard
Their songs and laughter, their songs of struggle, their sadness and joy
Their loves songs, their war songs, their life songs and more

Those days now over, an old man you see
His heart long broken, this life must flee
The wing of his spirit must carry him high
A tear on my cheek. I'm ready to die

Now industries growth and "progress", you say
"Are here and nature must go away"
The life of the streams are muddy and brown
with oil and gas perfumes tainting the sand
The sky is choked and smoky pale and grey
The fox, my friend was killed on the road
The deer, and beaver and crow too followed soon
The hawk, my protector needs protecting from you

Now that I'm forced to pay a small fee
Just for walking in the forests that have always surrounded me
Now that the fish they choke in a lake or stream
Now that my heart is choking in me

When I was a boy the forest was home
Her children were brothers, I wasn't alone
The stars were shining, the rivers flowed clean
The beaver he chewed on an old poplar tree

But now whiteman is encroaching on everything he sees
This earth is "his possession", so he claims to me
The buffalo, is seen at the park or in the zoo
The owl still questions, "whose fault is this, 'Who'"????

My life, now over, an old man you see
His heart long broken, this life must flee
The wing of his spirit must carry him high
A tear on my cheek, I'm ready to die

But I will come again from time to time
To revisit this earth that provided me my robe of life
My spirit thru the clouds will float gently by
As a new day softly morning comes, I will be there laughing

For it is not for man to say what's to happen with all creation
The One Who has the right to say it, is the One Who Has Created it.

© David Lee Yellowmoon Rose

 

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