If you'd seen my yellow sea of grass
tossing and folding from the winds
like thick fur from the wolf
Or marveled at the land whales
those bison kings and gladiators
on whom I rode in teepee dreams
If you'd drunk my lovely water
which lay like a sword across the plains
and brought down to me heaven's promise
Or heard my chieftan father weep
for the land which had known his blood
and held like tree roots to his frame
If you'd known these things of me
could you steal my heartland
and call me free?
Could you take my freedom
and call me brother?
But my mind is like the highest eagle
and you cannot steal the freshness of my soul
or the beauty that I've known.
the wind which brought the evening tide
let loose my hair and ran through my open shirt
I sat deep in the sands facing a drowning sun
who spoke in vibrant tongues of amber and maroon
His silent hues echoed o'er the salted plain
and I cast a wish upon his last farewell
that this would be our first hello.
and half moon pirouhettes
'tween the damsel oak
and the princely breeze
while azaleas close their eyes
