White capped mountains rising
Brushed with glistening snow
Translucent strings, on eagle wings
Vibrate rhythms from long ago
The pristine pine on meadows edge
Capture voices - stories told
Still at rest, an eagle’s nest
Fossilized, two centuries old
The eagle had a fearless flight
His spirit filled with pride
A maiden fair, with ebon hair
The eagle now her guide
A frame so small, yet in her chest
Beats a drum of giant size
A crystal vase, no wasted space
Shining turquoise from her eyes
The medicine that she mixes
The mantra that she sings
Help her kin, with reddish skin
To see another spring
A spiritual healer weaving
She knows where she belongs
With spirit guide, right by her side
She sings her sacred songs
And as she dances round the fire
In tune with natures vibe
Her eagle soars, to future shores
Carrying prayers for the tribe
Winds of change has brought about
Hushed language to her ears
Indian queen, in fields of green
Finally living without fears
~*~
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