A Dream

 

Once upon a time

The peoples of this land

Had a dream.

As this dream unfolded

The wonders were many.

 

Buffalo enjoyed the freedom

That security gave them.

Trees sang with their joy

Of eternal life.

 

All the four leggeds,

And the wingeds

Were in harmony

With the ones who walked upright.

 

A great peace was over the land.

This will be again.

One day love will reign supreme

And our Mother Earth

 

Shall once more sing

In joyous chorus

With all that there is,

And all there ever will be.

 

By Nancy Tate, 1997