The Wooden Flute Sings

From the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound the lamas leap and the water falls-- clear, mindful, the wind's play on the Quechua's ground. The majesty of the Andes astounds for from behind the clouds, the peaks reappear. From the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound. Like great red-clay dunes or snow capped mounds; courts rise and fall in terrain, so austere; mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground. Rainbows of red, blue, and gold oft surround distant ruins of gray stones, now severe from the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound. Solid, earth-bound, sun-browned, lost to the hounds, so, Quechua shepherds bound stairs cavalier-- mindful; the winds play on the Quechua's ground. Pachamama's love surrounds without bounds, long gone are the conquers; all life is here, from the mountain's peak, the wooden flutes sound-- mindful, the winds play on the Quechua's ground. * Quechua is one of the native people of Peru **The Dominican Monks set hounds trained to kill on the natives who refused conversion. *** Pachamama, fertility Godess in Incas Mythos