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Naked

Naked

No clothing to my body, as I am born naked, I am of native herritage

My people are proud, they will make me clothed, they will bring me up

And I will know where I came from, I can find the truth in these mountains

I will find food in these forests, and the waters, the rivers, and the lakes, I will bathe naked

The pureness of the streams, the calmness of the flow, the chance to believe

In the earth, the sky, the sun, and the rain, for they are all our spirit, it is our breath

We breathe the air, it is also naked,  do not hide behind the shadows, we must be seen

For what we are, for what we stand for, peace, harmony, hope, faith, they speak the truth

And we must listen, the hawks voice will be spoken, and the eagle will nest in the highest cliff

Looking down to our mother earth, watching over our naked souls, as we carry on a tradition of honesty

We hope that this brings new hope, to the next generation, where they will find the naked truth of salvation

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Richard Waters

A heritage lovingly brought to the page ! Uplifting connection with the natural world and spirituality.

Beautifully crafted.

:)

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