Song for the Day

I sang.

 In my voice was the hope that clings to every heartbeat.

I sang.

 In my words were the powers I inherited from my forefathers.

I sang.

 In my cupped hands lay a spruce seed, the link to creation.

I sang. 

 In my eyes sparkled love.

I sang.

 And the song floated on the sun's rays from tree to tree.

—Chief Dan George

image:  Christie B. Cochrell, Red Maple