Ancestral Spirits
Nature is a work of pureness
Through the fiery chaos a green side is born
The water of purity every body of it
Purer than the last
The deer running through the woods
The bears catching fish
The fish that are swimming
A timeless beauty of nature
Did my ancestors see this?
Did they feel as I fell?
Of course they did
Bu they saw more
My escape to nature was not their escape
It was their life
What I see is death
What I see is the destruction of humanity
The wolves are being slaughtered!!!
Out of pure stupidity
Creatures are being eliminated for stupidity
You fools!!!
Can you see you malice
We need harmony
All you are promoting is chaos & discord
Ancestors look into my eyes and into my soul
Guide me to live in harmony
When I see true nature I have tears forming
When I am in nature
I can feel the presence
Of my Native American ancestors
Apache, Aztec, Navajo & Ute
Ancestral Spirits
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