THE TRAIL OF TEARS
OH GREAT SPIRIT
BROTHERS, SISTERS OF TRIBAL CLAN
THE ROSE OF BEAUTY PURE AND RARE
CARRIED UPON THE WINDS OF DISPAIR.
THE SONG SHED BY TEARS..
FALLING FROM THE BLUE SKY
THE ACHE OF EACH HEART
BEATS UPON THE DRUMS.
IN DREAMS OF ANCIENT TIME
THE WEAVE OF THE WEB
WITH AGEING HANDS
ANCESTORS TRAVEL UPON BROTHER WIND
AS THE SUN RISES.
THE DUSK SHIMMERING
WITH CLOUDS OF PASTELS
ETCHED INTO THE MEMOIRS
OF MODERN ETHOS
OLD AND NEW JOIN IN THE CLASPING OF HANDS.
IN THE GREAT CIRCLE
THE FIRE BURNS
AS EACH SOUL WAITS FOR THE RETURN..
THE SPIRIT TO COME ALIVE ONCE MORE
ON THE JOURNEY OF THE GREAT TRAIL.
THE TEARS DO FALL
JUST LIKE THE RAIN
QUENCHING THE HEARTS OF THIER THOUGHTS
THE RIVER EBBS UPON THE BANKS FULL.
WITH OUT THEM FLOWERS CAN NOT GROW
NOR THE SCARED ROSE
FROM THE JOURENY LONG AGO...
IN THE ESSENCE OF THE LIGHT
THE STRUGGLE THE FIGHT.
AS BROTHER EAGLE SOARS SO HIGH
OH KINDRED BROTHERS
UNITE WITH SIGNS CLUSTERED BY FORMING CLOUDS.
THE SCENT OF THIS WAFTING BLOOM
EASES THE PAIN .
FROM THE CROWN
OF CENTRED GOLD
WISDOM
RESIDES FROM WITHIN
THIS DELICATE ROSE.
AND THE PETALS RIPPLE AND FLOAT UPON
THE WIND.
AHO.......
THE TRAIL OF TEARS
THUS THE ROSE CONTINUES
TO GROW.
WRITTEN BY AMAZONMUM
22ND SEPTEMBER 2008
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