Think Like a Tree Soak up the sun Affirm life’s magic Be graceful in the wind Stand tall after a storm Feel refreshed after it rains Grow strong without notice Be prepared for each season Provide shelter to strangers Hang tough through a cold spell Emerge renewed at the first signs of spring Stay deeply rooted while reaching for the sky Be still long enough to hear your own leaves rustling.
Above the mountains the geese turn into the light again painting their black silhouettes on an open sky. Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that first, bright and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart…
‘If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.’
We Hear what you say One Earth, one Mother One does not sell the Earth The people walk upon We are the land How do we sell our Mother ? How do we sell the stars ? How do we sell the air ? Crazy Horse We hear what you say
Too many people Standing their ground Standing the wrong ground Predators face he possessed a race Possession a war that doesn’t end Children of God feed on children of Earth Days people don’t care for people These days are the hardest Material fields, material harvest decoration on chains that binds Mirrors gold, the people lose their minds Crazy Horse We Hear what you say
One Earth, one Mother One does not sell the Earth The people walk upon We are the land. Today is now and then Dream smokes touch the clouds On a day when death didn’t die Real world time tricks shadows lie Red white perception deception Predator tries civilising us But the tribes will not go without return Genetic light from the other side A song from the heart our hearts to give The wild days the glory days live
Crazy Horse We Hear what you say One Earth, one Mother One does not sell the Earth The people walk upon We are the land How do we sell our Mother How do we sell the stars How do we sell the air
Crazy Horse We hear what you say Crazy Horse We hear what you say We are the seventh generation We are the seventh generation