Little Sister "White Feather"
you went before
your children
and me.
.
Teardrops fell
from trees in the mist;
messengers from the sun
behind the clouds.
.
Is n't all one?
.
A track in white frozen snow
and silent crows in the treetops;
you went away; a way; your way.
.
Little Sister "White Feather"
we are the greateful,
for the messages you send us
from the heavens:
how to live,
how to die.
.
When the drums of our hearts
will stop beating,
one by one, one by one
we 'll be there, we 'll be there
carried by the winds.
.
.
Because all is one
All is one
.
The echoes still live;
your voice,
from mountaintop to mountaintop
from sun to sea.
.
We are grateful
for the messages
you send us from the heavens;
how to live
how to die.
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