Small noises will start it all
sounds so faint it pains to hear at all.
The great winds will carry troubling thoughts
but still, it wont affect them all.

Yet there are flowers for the blind,
not seen by a human eye
and they will calm the worried mind
as he still looks away and must deny.

People will find truths together
in searching for what is more;
more than discussing bad weather
more than feeling apart together
Not now, nor anymore.

It will start as small noises
perhaps no more than a sigh.
But a breath of air is all it takes
to form a tumbling roar.

Great Spirit I'm here where you guide me
Great earth mother I'm where you carry me
long trees and great beasts I see within thee
and they speak to me:
To live is to live free.