The grass is cold
so is the rain.
Holding faith
to keep the plains.
Then comes the desert
Hotter than ever
Cactus grows
Vultures fly
I just want to fall
But I promised someone
I Won't Die
I will not be the food
I will become a root
A Great Beginning
Like The Pando(Tree)
My grandma cried
When I was young
Told me to keep walking
"Don't Look Back At Me"
I continued to walk
My knees ached with pain
Thinking I Would Return
To My Home Plains
When I Returned
To The Spot Where She Stopped
Growing Through Her Bones
The Cherokee Rose!