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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Sitting by a moss-covered tree illuminated by sunlight at three, he plays the very song that his anscestors played yesterday; remembering what the peaceful and wild land was and will be... by accepting the fact that his tomorrow is decided by destiny. He can spend an entire afternoon playing a hand-made flute color chestnut, as every breeze-lulled maple tree seem to vanish in the increasing, grey fog; and if his music with shrilling, melodic notes is a devise to find his stranded dog, he will have the best friend to guide him safely home through beams of twilight. Play, handsome warrior the melody you forefathers played on those efflorescent days underneath the same oak tree to celebrate their free manhood; and resembling them with long hair and piercing, dreaming eyes, you don't expect that intruders from other lands would compromise your happiness. Foxes, grizzly bears, coyotes and buffaloes hear your music and come around to peek: they know that you wouldn't hurt them and they wonder who's the Great Spirit; little they suspect that they will be hunted down by the new-comers from the East; be their friend, warrior...promise them protection when they'll encounter the Beast. All that you behold today, may be gone tomorrow making you weep, grasslands and prairies will tun into towns and cities to make way for greed; and blood will flow abundantly on meadows where only wildflowers grew... devastation everywhere with mother's screams by red rivers not so blue. You must have had dreams of what was coming with a spectacle so gruesome, take heart...your tomorrow is decided by destiny, pray that you won't be harmed; continue playing your flute by remembering everything that you deeply loved, and if you'll die fighting heartless men, I'll remember that look so lonesome.
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