To the spirit that runs through all of us
I am thankful for the ability to leave my footprints on this earth.
I am thankful for the ability to wash my mind in the clarity of water.
I am thankful for the mountains to climb, at the end of the struggling steps there is always a beauty that touches my inner being.
I am thankful for the lungs that breath for this earth, they give so much and take nothing.
I am thankful for the whispers that blow through this land, they move through me, carrying my soul to the ends of earth.
I am thankful for the wise one, who watches the world from a far and moves the water.
I am thankful for the light that rises every morning and sets with the promise to rise again tomorrow.
I am thankful for the hearts that share this life, they make it worth the beating of mine.
I am sorry we dig and cut into this earth and turn the soft sand into hard lifeless land.
I am sorry we wash more then just our minds in the rivers, waters run but clarity is rarely found.
I am sorry the climbing of mountains isn’t as important as the view from the top nowadays.
I am sorry that we not only killing ours with smoke, but cut into yours to write and burn.
I am sorry for the lies that we send into the winds, with our poison we share the deadly breath.
I am sorry that we feel the wise one needs to be touched, to be controlled. We see and want.
I am sorry we don’t love the times that are filled with light.
I am sorry we use the hearts as products, sparing non, as if the paper they are given has the same value.
I am grateful to be alive but in the same breath I wish I wasn’t.
With this I give you my life.
I will stand to protect you, to the grave and into the next lives.