Spread your wings. Fly as far to know who you are.
Hope was never meant to be
A future shared alone,
As life cannot be won or lost
It was never ours to own.
Is it not enough to shine,
To know that friends are true?
That love is born of friendship,
And who you are is you?
Know yourself, not a face, in love, a deeper grace.
I wish for all who look for Gold,
Shall find one letter less,
A world where trying always wins,
And leaves the loser blessed.
Schoolteachers teach what they and others know. Forest teachers - bear, wolf, lynx, beaver, bird, every flower and tree - teach us how to live, love, and grow.
The time has come for you, your Tribe, and all First Peoples. Together, you must learn, remember, and teach the languages, songs, and stories of your ancestors so you may rise once again as true Shepherds of Earth. Teach your quiet light and wisdom to all that they may know, love, and honor all Spirits and the circle of life.
Teach them that rainbows appear after a storm to remind them that light begins and ends with all colors.
May your footsteps leave only friends behind.