Personally made staff gifted to dear elder and friend.
This is a simple world
That moves with swirling complication.
Our joys full of blue are like stars
With a gravity that directs the directions
Around and around and through and through.
Our joys full of blue are like souls
Influential on the point we believe we stand
While remaining so still and patient.
Our joys full of blue are like spirits
Not quite fully touching us
With mysterious and wonderful wisdom.
This is my journey,
— Nate Long “Owl”