The Drum

The Drum

The drum maker makes ready, the sage is burned

The silent prayers are offered

The hide of the four-legged who’s heart beat had stopped is ready

Soaked with the water of life anew

The tree, aged & wise, blown over by the winds of time is at peace with its journey

Tis found, the wood

The wood carver dreams, cares for & cures the rings of life

Together the spirits of animal, tree & man shall be bonded

The first rhythm of this creation is a soft heartbeat

Sending forth vibrations of love thru the silence of time

The gratitude, joy & harmony will live forever

Tis the Drum

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