Anandu, of the Eagle Clan, amidst the red mountains,
Is a tribesman of strength and noble stature.
He's fleet of foot and keen of mind with
Medicine visions his nature.

A man of courage, he stands on the cliff,
Viewing the valley below,
With deer and hare and muskrat at play,
Where did his maiden love go?

White Feather had skin kissed by the sun's golden rays,
And the dewy brown eyes of an innocent doe,
Ebony hair that flowed in the moonlight,
She shimmered with a spiritual glow.

Bravely she walks the starry realms of Spirit,
Wistfully reviewing her life gone by,
Of love and caring and hard work shared,
And hearing her lost love ask, "Why?"

As children they played in floral fields,
With butterflies dancing on the breeze,
They laid on the carpet of Mother Earth,
And watched Father Sun glide over the trees.

He was taught to spear fish and hunt the bison,
While she learned of wifely chores,
And with the first bloom of their young love,
To each they vowed to be yours.

His father dreamt of his son the warrior,
But a Shaman he was to be, said the Wise One.
Visions were the essence of her being,
But camp labor was her work to be done.

With great joy and pride he announced to the tribe,
Their first child was to be born,
But as she grew heavy with the seed of their love,
The fragile breath from her body was torn.

Now as he stands on the cliff with outstretched arms,
And from the starry realm she is reaching,
Their hearts do touch and eternal love is found,
As the Wise One has always been teaching.

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