Brother wind
whisper to the moon.
Tell the earth to roll into the lite.
Sister Sun...
shine your warmth.
Reach out your rays, and touch our soul.
Children of the night with your stars shining bright...
you must unite to help save us from this plight.
Father of the sea come wash us clean.
Mother of all cradle us now, as our tears turn to rain.
Help us heal, help us grow.
Shelter us now from this cold.
Spirits around us, guide us always to do what is right.
Let the light shine from within...
spreading out to invade the darkness...bringing life as we walk on towards the light as the resurrected ones....
Peace in the valley, peace in the village, peace in your soul.
Happy Thanksgiving to all yawl....
us-ti-it-lv-gv ( me Tree )
Oh and a Happy Birthday to Meg McCourtney and my beloved husband Mr. Elliott...
and all yawl scorpio's out there...yaaaaaaaaaaa baby...do it to it yawl...
Peace out my bruthda's and sista's...
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