The wise old Native American, A Wind Talker, speaking from his heart,
Spreading the news of what is yet to come, as we all are each a part.
Hundreds of years in days past, the people were as one with the earth,
No taking of wild creatures except as needed, for sustenance, its worth.
The soil was revered as each seed was planted, all of a greatest respect,
The land provided a means for every spirit's needs, as this all did protect.
Wild buffalo, deer, the creatures, then gave them gifts, as clothing to wear,
There was never any to waste, used in kind, all regarded as to be so rare.
This aged Sayer, a wisest sage, and predictor of this earth's great change,
Saw in his dreams, a new world, it seems, over the mountains, wide range.
The once green forests were all then gone away, the rivers to have run dry.
The wild critters, once so plentiful, animals and birds, had perished, to die.
The man that came across the wide plain, to be greedy and had no respect,
A bountiful world, Its treasures so grand, now gone away, new time to reflect.
The people, once freely were to roam, now imprisoned, marching on a trail,
Death and destruction reigned over the scenes, as if cast by a terrible spell.
Where had all the vibrant colors gone, now all was gaunt and so dry,
The beautiful waters, the blue sky up above, now darkened, and why?
Those who came, lived in such shame, wastes were too much to bear,
Poisoned the waters, made dirty the air, resuming this without any care.
Now one last chance to save this earth, a great flood washed it all away,
Then came a great rain, melting of the big ice flows, of nature's display.
Waters rose high, drowned everything, by and by, nothing dry to remain,
When asked why he saw this, the wise did understand, all not to explain.
The few who had come, had taken life from the many, by their wrongs,
There could never be a new world then, ones who share, each belongs.
The demise of all mankind, never any to remind, for all were soon gone,
That once golden moon high above, people admired, now shined alone.