Whispers of the Sacred Mesa In shadows of the old stone, Whispers of wisdom lie, Elders voices softly grown, Underneath the endless sky. Golden dawn upon the plains, Ravens mark the ancient trail, Dreams arise from roots domains, Echoes of a legends' tale. Flowing rivers, life align, Granite watches through the night, Spirits in the starlight shine, Guardians of the mystic flight. Courage sewn in willow seams, Strength beneath the oaken arch, Through the hearts unending dreams, Paths we walk and fires we march. Mountains rise in silent glee, Touching clouds that kiss the sun, Reverence in every tree, Journeys of the soul begun. Faith as firm as canyon walls, Stories breathe in desert wind, Hope endures as evening falls, Timeless bonds that never end. Songs of love from mornings birth, Guiding steps on sacred ground, Heritage, a lasting worth, In each heartbeat, voices sound. Wander where the eagles soar, Wisdoms path forever wide, Gather strength from tales of yore, In our hearts, the spirits guide. ~Copyright Randy Salars
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