Fire Birds of the Sun

The radiant colors of the sunset, the fire birds of red, orange, it brings serenity to our mountains

Though it is millions of miles away, when my eyes look down, I see, the baring of the shadows, the orchards of avacado, I am amazed

It tells a story, of brotherhood, of hardship, of love, of hope, of dignity, and the culture in which we were raised, respecting these valleys

Where my father, my great grandfather, plowed this land, set seed, and grew agava, tomato, corn, and grains

When the sun shines upon our golden brown skin, our hearts feel free, our minds at ease, our blood flows complete

A revolution of time past, where I shall have this flame, the fire in my soul, in my lungs, in my legs, in my thoughts

Each time it draws nearer, the heat, penetrates, my sweat, my tears, reminds me to breathe deep, in the late of the blazing sunset, we feast, rest, and give thanks

With every cry from the sky, I can hear the sound of my ancestors working hearts, beating strong

I shall remember the hard times, the good times, where the early morning dew, will mist our aging face

As the geese fly over head in an arrowhead path, our Mexican mountains, shall know this is a sign of the greatest things in our lives

As the sun shines on the sea, warming the hearts of the new sails, that may seek this land, to find their home, this place

In the fire birds of the sun