Noise has taken over once again and I am called to listen.
Father Sky, where would you have me go?
My wings are strong and ready to fly.
Through your wind whisper I will take heed.
Mother Mountain, what would you have me do?
Though my feet may be calloused and my hands tired, I am here to serve; I am here to give.
I am also now ready to receive.
Brother and Sister Wolf, what would you have me say and to whom?
I speak the language of the trees, of the river, and of the rocks.
Please guide me so these songs may roll off of my tongue and into the infinite hearts of the Universe…
I am listening.