The Spirit of day floats as butterfies over the land.
Ever protective and defending, with loving ferver,
The Spirit of night enters the shadows of Earth tower,
Never waning in her sentinel, she never has to sleep....
She's Winter's Day, She's Summer's morn....
Bright the Sun shines...the light of the Earth,
She Carries it with love in the palm of her hand.
She's Autumn's Eve, She's Spring's new birth.
Every single breath she breathes keeps us warm.
The foothills and the plains, are her loving hearth.
Her duty is clear till the sun's very last rays....
The Children of the earth to love and to nurture.
Her vigilance is constant, of all she surveys,
She gives us warmth, and gives us light, She's called the Spirit "DAY."
The Moon rises, and the darkness, as a wolf...sneaks in.
Her silence, her beauty, her mystery and her power.
Moving voiceless as a whisper, as gentle as a breeze,
Her kisses are the dew drops, her Spirit dance begins.
She tiptoes over meadows, thru the forests thru the trees
Strength, endurance, and cunning are all her next of kin.
The wolf, and bear, help keep watch, all that is in sight.
Her Spirit's treasured darkness covers all there is to keep.
Brother owl is always ready, at a moment to take flight,
She gives us rest, and guards our peace, She's called the Spirit "NIGHT."
Many thanks to D. Gordon, the artist who allowed me to use his beautiful work on my site.
PLEASE be sure to visit my other
"Native Heritage" Pages
"INDIAN BLESSING PAGE"
"SENTINEL: "SPIRIT GUARDIANS"
SPIRIT FRIENDS
"SHAMAN: MEDICINE MAN"
"SPIRIT OF ONE"
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