For I Have Been

The earths surface changes in season, in climate, cold, hot, wet, and dry
Parts of it die, dry up, and decay, other parts bloom, and grow
Layers of rings around a tree, layers of lines across my grandmothers face
Graves marked, graves, unknown, some right, some wrong
Ages of life, ages of years gone by, the time between woman, and a chllds song 
The fossils, the bone, pieces of stone of our ancestors
The onion seed planted, it roots, then it is nourishment
The embryo of the bird breaks out of its egg
The sky meets the earth, the waters meet the sand
The veins of blood run through this land
A native hand across these valleys, these mountains
The rock of ages, pebbled turquoise jewelry made by hand
Drawings of animals etched on clay pots
The onion peeled each layer a tear of the past, I cry
Where life began, life must end in a hollow of webbed time
Where I have been