Here I am back on this land
Bones strewn beneath the earth
Where the wind speaks in whispers
Stories of long ago
It can be hard to imagine
How things once were
While we live in carefully constructed
Straight rows
But I know our feet touched the same earth
Our faces felt the same sun
We listened to the same wind
And looked skywards
With dreams spanning generations
Our hearts drum the same beat
And someday I too
Will be just bone and wind
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