A Seed Planted

It seems like yesterday, when the earth was rich and the soil filled my hands with magic

I spread the seed and planted each one, row by row, they needed room to grow

My native feet, would walk the path and pound the ground to cover the seedlings

The many tribes were doing the same, each Spring we would pray for rain, and dance

The dance of life, the gift from the sky, hoping for the moist wet puddles to drain into roots

Beneath each layer of clay, the corn would find a place and time to perk and crackle as it would grow

The fruit trees would begin to bud, the blossoms of love from the spirits of natures kiss

From one mountain side to the other, the valleys green, and the pastures full of new calves

As the mother Buffalo would nurture the kin, and we too, would build a new family

For the seed not only planted in the earth, but in the womb of the mother, it was bliss

Let the earth rise in the sun, let the trees open up to the leaves, and the forests smell of fresh pine

May the deer have the twin fawns lay in the light and warmth of the yellow god of magic

And may we grow together in centuries to come, one nation, then two, then three

For we are proud Cherokee and we have planted our souls into the earth and into the waters of time

We give thanks to the mother nature of a new life, a Spring beginning to give birth