She dances in the morning breeze
Upon the long grasses
That glisten wet between toes.
She dances within her glowing skin,
Welcoming in a Sun’s loving gaze.
She dances around the new yellow flower.
And again…
She dances around the new yellow flower.
And within a single spin
She has made love to a new earth,
Given birth to a new day
And welcomed in a new Spring.
This is my journey.
— Nate Long “Owl”
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