I have a cry
Endlessly captured in my soul
Calling to surface
For my spirit to find peace
And my soul to be whole
While the thought,
the tones cascade in my throat
The silence is what I hold
But, soothing smells of sage
Centuries Of age,
as I walk through, past the grove
Ancient wisdoms embrace
Ancestors of all nations
Unfold the time which will not allow to continue to escape
The currents will rise to a storm
Where everything will break out
And the joys and torment will be known
Surrender
And peace will find a home