Mahingan

Their hearts so ever lasting, proud nation of the Cree. Tribal signs, that so define, that love is always free. Deep woods they did meet, campfire igniting their lips. Guardian raven, under a haven, wed under the moon's eclipse. The she wolf laying quiet, her howl she aptly retains. Echoing guilt, as flowers wilt, that roar beneath the plains. Scarlet sunrise newly etched, near mountain tops so new. This was the day, to go away, up the river in their canoe. Paddling swiftly up a creek, her shoulder on his chest. Clear blue skies, in her eyes, four winds that lead on west. The horizon carries them off, becoming one instead of two. Paw and beak, cheek to cheek, with eternity in their view.