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V. "The Great Collective Awakening"

Aren't we the true definitive problem,
     not just astray-
     malignant corporations…
Or unresponsive governments ?
We are faulted; consumers 
     telling them:
           demanding them:
               just make more…
Disposable, Processed
                    yet, Cheap, and grey ?

Is it possible to hear the songs 
     of the meadowlarks?

We are just like street 
addicts in denial,
For we, arms folded-
     refuse to face the ultimate
          stark truth,
               until we… rudely awaken!

Oh, We let the earth be 
suffocated under 
thick and massive layer 
of plastic, 
which are thrown into hundreds 
     of parks. 
Or are laid down in the middle 
          of the sea-
in margins of cities; 
lay down…
               your head 
                    upon mine and weep. 

Is it possible to hear the songs 
     of the meadowlarks?

My soul breathes out and 
addresses, 
the friendly trees promise to 
keep us company, 
all these are the messages 
that nature sends forth.

We must simplify existence: 
     own fewer things of quality.
Alternative to mindless excess ? 
     awaken our ancestors' wisdom…

For they walked in nature's blessing - respecting
     all things of earth.
Listen: I can hear them cry for us ...
     our sacred... 
          our dwelling place…
               our mother nature and earth.

Is it possible to hear the songs 
     of the meadowlarks?

I shout to you, “Reduce Plastic Use!” carry 
Reusable, Recyclable Bags and 
Bottles, my friend.

I plead, “Recycle Diligently!” please 
     support sustainable brands.
Stand and make a choice for 
     local and organic foods /
to lessen the 
     expanding footprint.

Only plant native trees -
     create green spaces in urban lands.

Is it possible to hear the songs 
     of the meadowlarks?

Look: Lakota, they honor the sacred hoop,
A call we must heed…

Listen to the Seven Fires' teachings,
While recognizing our place, our 
living space.

For in this great circle of life
Yes, where all are family that is 
     interconnected.
Just like spokes on a 
          turning wheel,
Look in the Black Hills' 
               ancient legacy.

We must use renewable energy sources: 
     solar, wind, hydro…
We must reduce energy consumption: 
          switch off lights, unplug devices...
We must support policies: 
               that truly protect the environment.
We must engage in community:
                    clean-up projects and conservation efforts.

Is it possible to hear the songs 
     of the meadowlarks?

There, you hear the low 
     breathing voice of 
          the boundless prairie, and the 
               great heap of the mother.

Listen closely, 
We receive messages through the 
ancestors who advise us.
Stop, and feel that bond…
          the harmony of…
                    The Red Ride.

Look, a troupe of wisdom comes down from 
     the Ancient of Days, 
          infinite times.
For in the Lakota realm, 
          the river - is a sacred, precious -
 a fully local garden and already 
               a sustainable organism.

The issue is to take care of, 
     not to exploit,
          the necessity of sustenance.
Look we see the Lakota’s simplicity
          lives in balance with
               nature's rhythms.

Listen and tread lightly my friend. Leaving
no footprints of betrayal.
For we are only temporary guests
in this ever-verdant nest, 
For we are truly blest.

Is it possible to hear the songs 
     of the meadowlarks?

Now it is time, 
     so let us translate
          these ancestral songs
               Into a collective awakening,
                    a chant of forever change…

May the wisdom of the Lakota guide us, 
     and, YES! The Songs of 
          the Meadowlarks 
               Forever Ring.
                     As they Guide us
                         To a Greener Dawn
                                Where WE can 
                                     Sing & Sing & SING.

Oh, What Can Our Legacy BE.....
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