I Walk With the Spirits

Earth felt movements in a quake of desperate times that show
The world seems to be fading from bright to dim into the darkest clouds
Spirits rise from sacred grounds dug up to become factories to polute the sky
Our native land shall never look the same
Though I shall continue to believe and walk with the spirits
Chanting for life thereafter in the mountain air we dare
To be true to Mother Nature and harvest new seeds to grow
Replenishing our trees that have been taken in flames
We shall walk once again in the valleys of beauty