Orange sunset bleeds red Fire and smoke paint the sky. Little critters scurry to safer horizons Vibrations of change Shudder through Mother Earth As some of her children carelessly play. While Father Sky smears beauty Across his canvas Elders breathe slowly For new life will sprout from the cleansing. Aho, Mitákuye Oyás’iŋ. © Wind Song Spirit/KC Clark 07/29/2020 Image credit: KC Clark
