Yellow Feather Learns a Lesson

Flower Moon gave way to beauty
Of the brightly lit morning Sun.
Yellow Feather yelled, “Come! Come!”
What he’s found might lead to fun.

“Grandfather, look a baby bird
Lies upon the red, dusty ground.
Can I keep him and help him grow?
I’ll nurse him well, so he’ll rebound”

“Sorry, Grandson, he must stay here.
His mother will return, I’m sure.
He’d be too lonesome to survive.
His loving mother must know the cure.”

“It’s true he might not recover
But, if he dies, it is the way
Of Mother Earth’s most perfect plan
For all of us will pass someday.”

“Mother Earth is where life begins
Seasons roll round and round and round
Full moons leave and come back again
After death we return to ground.”

“The animals are our Brothers
Who taught us survival skills
They give their meat to us to eat
Warm furry hides keep us from chills.”

“Learn the stories our Elders tell
Search for your true Spirit soul
For all are truly connected
Growing wisdom should be your goal.”


“So, remember our Mother Earth
And all the sacredness she holds.
All the world revolves in Circles
Whose secrets are worth more than gold.”