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SONGS WHO SING
there are Songs Who Sing themselves
	they start in the heartbeat of Creation
		Thunder Medicine echoing
			echoing
		echoing through canyons of time

the Songs Who Sing themselves scale mountains
	then fly from world to world
		Fire Medicine sounding
			breathing
		flying through lightning and shooting stars

the Songs Who Sing themselves swim oceans
	then come, then come down with the gentle night rain
		with the morning dew
			with mist on clear blue streams

the Songs Who Sing paint warriors

	warriors on watch	on watch for blood
			for blood at dawn

the Songs Who Sing wail like mourners
	wail like mourners
	mourners laying their children down
		laying their children down
			down in the sunset

the Songs Who Sing heal Mother Earth
	in the joy of birth	and skip beats
			and skip beats
		with rattles and sighs
			and sighs

the Songs sing the evening prayers
	for Grandfather Cedars who talk in the night

the Songs sing the mid-day prayers
	for Grandmother Moon and her circles of life

the Songs sing themselves
	for the Butterflies to hide in the teal blue sky

the Songs sing themselves
	for the Buffalo to roam through the passages of time

the Songs sing themselves
	for the Buffalo to dance
	for the Buffalo to dance
	for the Buffalo to dance with the Sunflowers again

the Buffalo are dancing again
the Buffalo are dancing again

and the Songs are still singing
and the Songs are still singing
and the Songs are still singing
and the Songs are still singing

for

you

--suzan shown harjo

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