Only when the last tree is cut down
Only when the last river is poisoned
Only when the last fish is caught
Will we discover that money cannot be eaten.
Cree Prophecy
Love
I see you, budding new as the spring.
Picking herbs with the other young maidens.
Your blue black hair flowing freely down your back.
You lift your head and show me your deep earth brown eyes.
You smile, your dusky rose lips curving at the corners.
We are young and you are Love.
I see you, full blown as a rose in the summer.
Playing with our young, burgeoning with new life.
Your black hair blending with the blue black hair of our daughters and sons.
You lift your head and show me your earth brown eyes with lines at the sides.
You smile, your dusky rose lips saying my name.
We are grown, with young of our own, and you are Love.
I see you, withering as forgotten fruit on the vine in the fall.
Seeing our young with young of their own.
Your black hair touched with white, tied in a braid.
You lift your head and show me your brown eyes, now the color of doeskin.
You smile, your dusky rose lips laughing as you walk towards me.
We are old, we've seen many suns, we are together and you are
love.
I see you, dried and bent as the winter grass on the plains.
Laying beside me as we prepare to sleep the final sleep.
Your white hair twining with mine in soft swirls.
You turn your head and show me your light brown eyes, faded with age.
You smile, your wrinkled rose lips still the sweetest on earth.
We are done, it is time to sleep, we will always be together and you
will always be love.
copyright 2000 Cynthia Mullen written on June 19,2000 at 11:30pm
Only when the last tree is cut down
Only when the last river is poisoned
Only when the last fish is caught
Will we discover that money cannot be eaten.
Cree Prophecy
Love
I see you, budding new as the spring.
Picking herbs with the other young maidens.
Your blue black hair flowing freely down your back.
You lift your head and show me your deep earth brown eyes.
You smile, your dusky rose lips curving at the corners.
We are young and you are Love.
I see you, full blown as a rose in the summer.
Playing with our young, burgeoning with new life.
Your black hair blending with the blue black hair of our daughters and sons.
You lift your head and show me your earth brown eyes with lines at the sides.
You smile, your dusky rose lips saying my name.
We are grown, with young of our own, and you are Love.
I see you, withering as forgotten fruit on the vine in the fall.
Seeing our young with young of their own.
Your black hair touched with white, tied in a braid.
You lift your head and show me your brown eyes, now the color of doeskin.
You smile, your dusky rose lips laughing as you walk towards me.
We are old, we've seen many suns, we are together and you are
love.
I see you, dried and bent as the winter grass on the plains.
Laying beside me as we prepare to sleep the final sleep.
Your white hair twining with mine in soft swirls.
You turn your head and show me your light brown eyes, faded with age.
You smile, your wrinkled rose lips still the sweetest on earth.
We are done, it is time to sleep, we will always be together and you
will always be love.
copyright 2000 Cynthia Mullen written on June 19,2000 at 11:30pm
