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Ancestors by Melinda Wood Allen and Jan Garrett
Sky above, earth below, fire within me this I know. Wind and water, sand and tide, live and breath and beat this heart of mine.
The stones beneath my feet hold the memories, the stars light the way through the dark.
The greening of the leaves, the stirring of the breeze, the river song remind us who we are.
Can we walk the cities canyons when the moon is on the rise, can we let our native kindness shine through?
Will we recognize a stranger, see the light behind the eyes, will the beauty of our hearts be what we do?
