Sing again the ancient song,
Dance the circle, souls will fly

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The Ancient one, sat on the mountain side
Gazed across the valley far below
Dreaming of when the people lived with pride,
Within their Breasts, a warrior’s heart did glow.

He saw his Village in the canyon wide.
No longer lodge poles, standing tall down there
A tiny row of caravans, standing side by side
Upon the only land they had to share.

He closed his eyes, he began to weep,
He thought of how they’d all been brought to shame.
Across his mind shadows began to creep,
When he heard a gentle voice, softly call his name.

He looked and saw the Warrior, before him standing tall,
And at his side, the largest wolf he’d ever seen.
Upon his arm, a wizened owl, alighted at his call.
He gazed at them and rubbed his eyes, he knew it was a dream.

Across the valley far below, no longer parched and dry.
‘Twas green and lush, the grass was standing tall
Buffalo grazed, a cool breeze sighed
Shouts of joy reached his ears, he heard the hunters call.

The stranger softly spoke to him, calling him by name.
Raven! All you see before you, is nothing but a dream.
The Dreamer dreams creation’s Web; to him it’s just a game.
The maze of life you struggle through isn’t what it seems.

A Dream created all the Earth, and all that dwell upon it.
He dreamed the People to dance the web, a task they have forsaken,
Forgotten the dance to balance the web, councils do not sit.
If the Web is not, restored again, the Dreamer will awaken.

The Warrior looked and spoke again, Come, dance the web with me
Dance and sing, restore the balance of this world again.
The Ancient looked, arid land was all that he could see.
He took the warrior by the hand, forgot his sorrow and his pain.

They found him, lying on the mountainside, ancient face stained with tears
Beside him stood a great gray wolf, blazing eyes, watched over him
Raised his head, with a mighty howl, filled their hearts with fear.
Dark clouds came and made the heavens dim

Lightening flashed across the sky; the wind began to blow,
Heavens opened, then came the driving rain,
Soaked that arid land, desert dust laid low.
Across the land, the grass began to grow again.

Some say they heard the Ancient’s song, saw the Thunderbird.
Saw the Wolf change into a man, rising to the darkened sky.
The web was balanced once again, within their minds, the wise owl’s word,
“Sing again the ancient song, dance the circle, souls will fly”

Robin. A. Spicer © 2003- 13 - 09