I Sang

I sang to the east…
In my voice was the hope that clings to every heartbeat
I sang to the west
In my words were the powers I inherited from my forefathers
I sang to the north
In my cupped hands lay a spruce seed-the link to creation
I sang to the south
My eyes sparkled all the love I have within
Putting all the care I have, the core of me into my voice
I sang…

My song floated on the sun’s bright rays
Dancing from tree to tree, covering this world
When I had ended, the whole world listened with me to hear a reply
We waited a long time but none came…

Come, sing with me…

Steve ‘Easy’ Whitacre July 5th, 2006

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