12/01/2012

Things to Cherish


I walk the path, the light I carry,
was entrusted to me,
by the ancients, my elders.
Forest of ancient abodes,
surrounded where meadows unfolded,
game for them to partake,
and soil to nurture, as elders suggested.

Streams of water pure must flow,
these seas that rivers reach,
will always remain as gifted.
Paths to walk with flora and fauna,
along river edges, these pathways,
still our ancients walk in silence,
watching our steps, this very night.

I walk the path, the light I carry,
was entrusted to me,
by the ancients, my elders.