Word is on fire and the spirits are making clouds part to reveal the dancing of eagles I shoulder the old ones who lean in so close they whisper everything I need to know Deer women laying her hands on my head as the hummingbird wishes the love that I have I become wind as it washes through notes that I make grandfather comes, waking the morning again A fire has started the will of my hand to write the words that belong to everyone can we balance the worlds once more with medicines Standingdeer
very good, only thing I didn't like was the innatural line breaks please check out the poem I have posted on here
