I come from a place of peace
Acutely aware of my blessings
I carry an open heart
A youthful soul
And a dancing spirit
I see the bounty of what life breathes
Accept the shifting of the seasons
For comes no Spring without, first, Winter
No flowers if not for rain
I value the truths of my tribe
As long and lasting
I feel for their sorrows
As if mine
And rejoice in their happiness
Like a river that reaches my shore
I an humbled by sharing and grateful
For those who offer me
A seat at their table
For what, more plentiful to the heart
Than to love and be loved
On this day, thankfully,
Ours
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