Native American Prayer
I give you this one thought to keep
I am still with you I do not sleep
I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond that glints on the snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain
When you awaken in the morning hush
I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night
Do not think of me as gone
I am with you still in each new dawn.
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