Morning Meds 2 26 22
We may be our forebearers
reclad in flesh
and songs that seem new
are just echos of what we sang before.
Carried back to us on ancient winds,
our songs returning home.
Songs we learned from nature’s spirit,
teaching us to trust our hearts.
Song we sang with our own voice,
from a free and vibrant time.
Songs taught to us,
one on one
we didn’t need a translators voice.
Returning now to set us free
and to remind us of where we are from.