As I light the torch of the sun
or polish the stars and moon,
shadows haunt every creature
great and small;
My laughter echoes in the four
winds
and these, my tears, fill your
rivers
while my faith remains a candle
dividing darkness from light;
To shine on the traditions of
your forefathers
these ties that bind brother
to brother;
Culture and tradition live on
dear children
long after your bones dust my
surface.
-Mother Earth
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