"All the wings of the air shall come to you and the winds and stars shall be like relatives." Quote by: Black Elk

From whence the dust of heaven powders soft
upon each wing of creature large or small
Journey starts when stars and winds are coiffed  
upon all humankind, before the crawl
All wings of air shall dip and find their kin  
on leaning branch of man by forest glade
Each expedition of the soul when life begins
is always lead by sun and then by shade
Fly to the moon or fly to Mars with stilts  
it doesn't really matter you have legs
Mother Earth has loved you to the hilt
so on this land you'll live until life begs
Henceforth the days of you will be like dew  
upon the earth, by God's supine design  
The elk, the moose, the caribou and you  
all walkers of the earth on heaven's time
From whence the dust of heaven powders soft,  
as on this earth the wings of man remain, aloft.