Poem: Ancestors Call

The forest is its own spirit,
The spirit of my ancestors are there,
The tops of the trees,
Branches wave,
Birds perch,

The silence of the forest,
Is a part of the spirit,
The silence of the forest are a part of my ancestors,
Rich soil,
Rich plants,

The tenderness of the forest,
Helps the soul become more tender,
Be tender with yourself,
The birds will listen,
A miraculous counselor that softens the heart,

Eagle calls in the forest,
Calls twice,
The ancestors are the forest,
The ancestors are eagle,
I have heard the call,
It stays in my heart and soul.