Seven Fires, One Sky

I was born of earth, red clay, and bone. Where the buffalo

roam and the cedar is grown. Grandmother drum beat steady and wide. Held my feet

to the fire, taught me how to survive. Smoke from the sage,

she whispered the ground. Your roots run deep where the answers are found.

The ancestors hum low and slow in the stones. Belong to the land,

and you'll never be alone. One breath, one thread rising through me.

From root to star, from stone to tree. I walk the

fire, I ride the light. Seven fires, one sky.