"Grandmother's Sorrow"

By Ami E. Bowen

The winds cry out in pain

Blood of kindred on strangers' spears

Another kind of ending

Midnight dance, lovers caress

Torn apart so cruelly

Tears fall from mountain tops

Echo the pain within her soul

Her children turn away

The forest burns by selfish hands

Scorching her soul

She hears the wolves, Her brethen, sing

A song as old as time

Her heart is filled with sadness

As slowly Her ways are forgotten

Her children turn away

Her heart bleeds in silence