Indigenous
clicks in the spirit
OF
a
thousand storms,
heirlooms
OF
legacy,
eminence
OF
light
kin
of
the
rainbow
soul
OF
the
Earth

Waves are crashing on a sunny day,
my love for you grows day by day.
Leaves are falling; autumn wind,
my soul is falling without a hint.
Colder than the winter snow,
my heart is freezing, you didn't know.
The spring will come,
our flower will bloom;
an endless cycle, we'll be home soon.

You always experience summer
What a happy being
I know all four seasons
beauty and darkness in each
I've learned to adapt.
I've grown.
I've thrived
While you simply bask in the sun
And flash an ignorant smile.