08: Indigenous Creators - Aug 2021

Medicine

It's five in the morning,
When I hear her calling.
Calling, calling,
Calling to me.
She speaks through the birds,
The soft breeze in the air.
Through the grass and the brush,
The swaying plants like her hair.
Through the owl's song,
That echoes from afar.
She speaks to me.
"Take care of me,
I'll take care of you.
I am your medicine,
The medicine you need."
She speaks, She speaks,
She speaks to me.

-Coraline Faye

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