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In this mirror, you can hear the child 
in a tall grass field and running wild 

The timothy grass hides this boy from view 
Your watching, and wondering, is that you 

Too few summers, with many lessons to learn 
from earth, deer, trout, eagle and fern 

As student's we gain and strengthen our voice 
for the path we follow in life, is our choice 

Take joy in this journey but, leave no track 
If Mother Earth cries, then you can't go back 

I see in this mirror, that the child has grown 
a man,now stands strong, to hunt on his own 

As he ventures through this forest of strife 
making choices that affect generations of life 

Pray that his choices weren't guided by greed 
Mother Earth cried, the "Great Spirit" takes heed 

50 years of choices, in this generation's reign 
Tears come to my eyes, I feel Mother Earth's pain 

Man's greed and arrogance spoiled water, air, sky and land 
Mother Earth, I see is crying, poisoned by human hand 

With grand-children sick, from this contamination of earth 
I ask grand-father's guidance, that he return Mother's mirth 

Man has stopped listening, he's only guided by greed 
Are only deaf people listening, I keep planting the seed 

I need your strength and wisdom to guide me along 
without fear of what's coming, my relations are strong 

Now I see in the mirror, an elder in white 
This mirror fades to darkness, I pray for the light




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