There is something beautiful about,
being able to sink bare toes into dark soil
from which your ancestors sprout,
and feel their embedded spirits broil.
Something captivates you when
you can look above to the same stars
that were gazed upon by your kin
and you can feel in your soul “this land is ours”
The river water that fuels you
is the same that nourished
all of those ancestors through
their lives and they flourished.
There is something beautiful in
living life in your traditional place
and when your time on land has been,
your spirit rests in your ancestors’ space