Echo Of The Drums

 She prepares,
readying herself to dance for The Creator.
As a mixture of cedar, sage and sweet grass smolders,
the rising smoke encircles and consumes her.

Cleansing and purifying
her mind, body and soul.
As the first beat of the drums echo
her soul awakens and she comes to life.

Upon Mother Earth she softly steps.
With a humbled heart she dances.
As the drums beat faster, harder and louder
with every ounce of her being she keeps in time.

It over takes her soul.
Every thing within her she gives
as she soulfully steps.
Her dance so sacred.

She raises her eyes towards the Heavens.
She gives thanks to The Creator
for Mother Earth and all living things.
The necessities that nurture.

For without there would be
no breath of life within her.
As the drums dwindle, so does she.
Waiting and ready until the next
Echo Of The Drums.

Elizabeth Ann Busheyİ
January 4, 2006
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Music: "Rainmaker"
Native American Midi By:
OthelloBloke
Used With Permission

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