I give you this one thought to keep-
They are with us still, they do not sleep.
They are a thousands winds that blow,
they are the diamond glints on the snow,
they are the gentle autumn rain,
when you you awake in morning's hush,
they are the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in flight.
They are the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of them as gone -
they are with us still in each new dawn.
Native American 'thought'
Sherri
19th December 2009