gazing at the fire burning by the water before he speaks the world around us quiets with eyes as sharp as arrows and turning to the fire he clears the air and cuts it with a feather many in a circle slowly round the fire when he is gone i want to know him better no one is forsaken no one is a liar he plants the tree of life on our foreheads with water he hums there are drums four winds rising suns we are singing and playing i hear what he s saying i remember breezes from winds inside your body keep me high like i told you i ll sing to them this story and know why