OLD ONE
By SunRae ©1999
I am old infinite one.
The rivers of
my soul,
are many streams,brooks,
and raindrops of knowledge.
To travel my rivers
You need
courage,and strength
from within, the deep
knowing of a
pure heart.
Man can travel no path;
Forge no
river; Carry
no load heavier, cry
no tears harder than wolf.
Wolf travels his paths in quiet
reverence for mother earth.
Man
tramples it with the noisy
feet of destruction.
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