by Shelly Wiseberg
Spirit winds call to me
from mountain tops,
through peaks and valleys
they whisper from beyond the sun.
The canyons echo spoke my name
back to me in native tongue,
from warriors of long ago
lingering on in many worlds,
chanting freedom in song and dance
blessing sacred grounds,
with their presence and honor.
Peace and harmony filled the Spring air
with soul purpose of nature singing,
words from spirit voice reaching all
beyond the clouds raining love,
in unity from this world and beyond
with spirit winds singing song.