I wish I could escape to forests
Live among the trees and sacred flowers
The breeze rustles through the many leaves
Searching for sunlight through the canopy

I'm still searching for clusters of the light
I miss the chatter of my people
The desolate highway, once a river
Houses clusters of streetlamps and chrome birds

Soil enriched by lichens for million eons
This place once held us for a brief moment
It is red with blood of my ancestors
Yet, they are alive in the Grand canyon