Too much to ask
to live just in one place
the uncertain ground
of whatever we face
Scratching the earth with
our seeds fairly scattered
a song on the wind and
a view of what matters
Is it too much
looking clearly ahead
to dig for some hope
as we bury the dead
To think about what
a tomorrow might bring
prepare for that future
our ancestors warning
Wind whispered stories
that point our direction
the path of belonging
deserves our reflection ~
Lions Mane 