Wild Flower

The paddles of the tribe are here again Goodbye dear friend Bright and full of sent they take the day Hardening like clay Carving out stone Where flowers grow Kneel by throne Bathing in snow Suddenly they're leaning near the end More life to send Carrying by hand the gift of seeds Live will still feed Carving out stone Where flowers grow Kneel by throne Bathing in snow See the meadow blooming in the night Holding silence in their eyes Finding their own way to thrive Fighting hard to stay alive Given that we bury roots and stem It's not the end