Where the Water Flows

Down the mountain side, through, the valleys of wild lavender, and daisies, I ride my horse to the beat of the drum
As the raindrops kiss my raven braids, the beads of wet, fall upon my neck, I find a dry place, under a sycamore tree, where I share a space with a spiked porcupine
Thirsty to survive, the lust for love, grows deep within the forbidden forest, inspiring, dreams of heaven
To hear the mystical magical notes of songbirds, while water flows against marbled, aging stones, as I relive my Cherokee passion
Echoing through the hills of white scented pine, where a trail of deer hoof prints, edge the poison ivy vines
To dip my feet, and hands, into the running waters, my fingers spread, to endure the coolness of earths envy 
Our canoes stream, in the heat of the day, as we catch rainbow trout, it plenty's our hungers craving
In the depths of native waters, righteous, and good, ripples a sign of peace, mirrored by our reflection
As we drink from cupped hands, the rivers mouth gives us strength, as our spirit rises to the red sun of fire
Where the water flows, we shall follow, to brave our journey, loves thirst will be quenched, by our endless desire