I walk along a rushing stream that pours it's soul into the deep dark earth. I watch the Otter rush along the bank splashing as it goes. I listen and hear the call of the red tailed hawk as he sails under the sun. I see a bear in the distance scratching at an ancient tree. He shows his strength and marks his way as he moves on into the distant woods. I breathe in the spirit of  paths walked for a thousand years. I hold a shiny black stone in my hand that sat in the stream as the water rushed on and fish swam by. I look to the blue sky and consider the things that have been lost and hope that I can hold on to the way of my ancestors before all of my true treasures are taken away.