Big Mountain

If we start here...

the top of Big Mountain,
And follow the rainbow down...
We find our beloved Ancestors

in the Tranquility of what's around.

The smell of smoke,

signals Fire to me.
A masked dance

on a journey to the Sea.
Voices of the Wind,

carry me...

I look with love at the Echoes in Time.

I see a hand extended,
A heart of Mind mended,
I see understanding, in a rhyme.
Worth more in the echoes of Mind,
Worth All in the Echoes of Time.

~ Poetry by Storm ~
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