My moccasins have left their prints
down so many lovely trails.
The beauty found along those paths,
are cherished more than I can tell.

Great Spirit; give my pen the words
to paint the picture well,
for brilliant colored sunsets
and distant golden hills.

I walk within Earth's beauty,
not one stone will I turn,
I've gazed in silent wonder
down every mile I've burned.

For beauty is in everything
If we have eyes to see...
The twinkle of a distant star..
The gurgle of a stream.

The brilliance of a harvest moon;
A leaf upon a tree.
The Spirit fills my heart with joy.
For what's been shown to me..

My Moccasins, I hope ,will travel
down pathways still to come.
My journey is not completed
I haven't made it home..