LINIER CLOUDS ACROSS THE SKY
DISTANT TRAINS GO SPEEDING BY
ROBIN EGG BLUE RIBBONS
ON RIVER WATER BENDING WIDE
NEW MORNING IN THE GORGE
CROWS CAWING AT THE WIND
RIVER SHINING SILVER BLUE
ITS MOVEMENT WILL NEVER END
THERE ARE THOSE HISTORIES
ONE FEELS AT EARLY MORN
STORIES FLOATING IN THE MIST
WHERE ANCIENT TRIBES WERE BORN
OF MEN AND WOMEN NATIVE
OUT ON THE FISHING STANDS
WHO WATCHED THIS VERY SUN
LIGHT UP THEIR EARLY LANDS
I FEEL THE SAME WIND BLOW
I SEE THE SUN COME UP
ITS WARMNESS ON MY NECK
BELOW SOUNDS OF FLYING DUCKS
LEAN AGAINST A STURDY TREE
FEEL ITS HUMMING SONG
HEAR THE YEARS OF ANCIENT BARK
BRINGING TIME ALONG
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