Touch my song
with your sweet breath,
and I will sing our story
while the morning sun embraces the tale.
Wind comes with dandelion seeds
to decorate our flowing hair.
Red clover tickles our bare feet,
thankfully escaping busy bees.
Then later we shall dance in rain;
drops tapping the rhythm
of ponies prancing, leaving us giddy.
We drink laughter, as it's now our new wine.
Fallen wet leaves had tattooed our path
to freedom; a Native Red Road of Truth.
We followed a new direction together.
A "knowing" led us toward our destination.
You and I became Dream Walkers
traveling to the melody of the night forest
and the comfort of tiny creature chatter.
Moon's lantern guided our way.
Nature's healing spirits awakened
and renewed our inner selves.
A celebration of morning light separated
us from Old Earth and its chaos.
Touch my song
with your sweet breath.
For then I will sing our story
in tune with the New Earth.
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