I am the ghost of Mother Redwood Tree
I see my daughters in a circle
where I once stood.
I see the cousins, the aunts and the uncles,
the generations which came after,
and the remnants from before.
I am saddened that we are fewer.
But the ones who still stand are strong.
Their voices sing the story of Earth.
I hear their songs,
the melody that has not words
and contains all words.
The phrasing that is not of one emotion
but encompasses all emotions.
The rhythm that is the heartbeat of Mother Earth.
They sing of joy, hope, awakening, and life.
They sing of sorrow, grief, strife, and despair.
They sing the songs,
not only of their own stories,
but also of the birds of the air,
and the creatures of the oceans and the lands.
For we are all connected by this Song of Life.
Water, soil, air, and movement
weaves together those that live here.
We are all of one Heart and one Song.
Copyright, Diane Boivie, 2007
