No Fear-Native American Spirituality and Thoughts-A Tribute

Come, walk with me among the tall grass.
Feel the gentle winds as they brush against your skin.
Feel the warmth of the sun upon your face.
Feel the softness of the summer rain as it embraces you.
Smell the wild flowers growing in the meadow.
Hear the birds as they sing their song.
For I am all these things and more.
The winds are my fingers touching.
The sun is the warmth of my kiss.
The summer rain is my caress.
The wild flowers, the scent of my hair.
And the song of the birds,
The sweet sound of my voice as I say,
"Come, walk with me among the tall grass
and feel my spirit..." Kehowah

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