Cherokee People

The tail of a red fox scurries behind a giant pin oak tree
The hills are alive with the sound of whispers from the blowing leaves
Morel mushrooms hide under fallen hollow tree trunks
A horned toad jumps in surprise by a nearby gray squrriel digging for a nut
Hidden over the harsh winter months
I follow the deer tracks to the creek down the hillside
Here I spot a school of fish chasing the green of the moss
I see my reflection in the mirror of the stream
Reflection of my father and mother appear next to me
The spirits speak to me in tongues I only understand
Telling me to be brave through the storms of mankind
Those who do not know the natures beauty we protect
Only to fight for the land where we stand, the spear strikes to be free
A promise land we stand in pride
Suddenly a drop of rain erases these images
A large leaf with firey flames blinds my eyes as I sigh, courageos 
Never shall I forget when my heart beats it bleeds
For I am a native warrior who holds the strength and honor
Of all Cherokee people who believe