He may destroy my beauty
As he makes his dirty mark on the world
Which he believes he owns
He may scar me and pave over me
Twist and yank me to make me do what he wants
He can get under my grass dress
But oh
What he does not know
When I fall asleep
In my bed of moss
I can hear spirits whisper in my ear
I dream of warriors dancing around a fire
And it makes Wounded Bird feel protected
Knowing that I belong to mother nature
And that she never quits
She just keeps coming
Though she may be slow
I can see her rock cracking strength
Her ability to sink boats,
And create typhoons, tornados, tidal waves, tragedies and tsunamis
The way she grows and heals
And always takes back the steering wheel
And I ask for the universe to be nice to me