Amongst Unending Marvels by April Dalphne

the unusual silence
the unusual silence

Amongst Unending Marvels
Come the Children of the Plains
With good luck and good grace,
Virtue mixes with wisdom,
and the future hopes thrive and grow strong.

life's passing seasons
life's passing seasons
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All the same,
A cruel breeze blows by to claim the child,
Many a time, a breath has yet to be taken or a name to be given.
Still tears fall for the babe known only to the heart.

Ever mourning, ever exalting.
Traditions are continued.
Songs sung.
Jigs danced.
Tales told.
And the circle continues.