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the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you the seeds root,
the flowers bloom, the children play.
The stars gleam, the poets dream,
the eagles fly without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns,
but I die without you."
It still astounds me how much one life can be so impacted even though nothing else in the world seems to change. We never truly get over that kind of loss, but the hope is that we can do something with our own lives to honor the lost lives who shaped us into who we are.
there will be no words, no poem to soften it...
a prayer for the lost ones in my language:
K'neekaunissinaun, zunugut ae-nummook; brother, this road is difficult.
Neewing ondanimut; from four directions blow the winds,
Neewing inaunimu; to four directions blows the winds;
W'dah aungishkaukawaein; your footprints will fade;
Tchi manaudjimikooyaun, n'd'daupinumoon; I'm honored to have received your gift,
W'naugozih tibishko anung; like a star within my vision,
W'naussuh waendaugozih tibishko anung; like a star beyond my grasp, my love;
K'gah abi naunin, bezhig giizhig; I will come for you, one day.