Whispers In the Trees

I hear the whisper in the trees The path I now follow was meant to be For it was written out long ago That I must complete this task of which I still do not know Yet the signs are here and the circle is about to come together And when it does I will return to this plane no more I have seen what has happened to my people and the land I can't bear to see it happen again Yet I must wait and when the time is near I will be shown what is expected of me all too clear I hear the whispers in the trees They are my ancestors and all the Cherokees I hear their voices call out to me Yet I must wait until I know what is expected of me