Silent Whispers of A New Day
Muted sighs in the sunset
Heard softly upon prayers
Ascending from broken souls
The wind moans a sad refrain
Recalling the times of joy
Now but a distant memory
Listen closely to whispered drums
Composing song in the silence
Piercing this present darkness
Smoke spiraling upward
Stings the eyes and spirit
White plume reaching skyward
Grandmother Earth still harbors
Unrealized dreams of her people
Old Ones await the promised day
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