Voice On The Wind!

It does not matter how far away my feet travel,the flute of my people returns my heart to its true home.
Even weary unto death my troubles many,the sound of the flute lifts me into prayer,a song so much a part of me my spirit always answers.
Calling to me sad and sweet drifting through my mind,telling me never fear your ancestors wait to guide you.
My heart lifts in answer and forgets about the miles,home is where I am heading to recapture the magic.
Bird song,love song,sometimes even tragic,mountian breezes blowing,seasons changing,children growing that is the voices of the flute and rattle.
Ceremonies that are sacred,prayers of a peoples hearts,carried on the wind,voices lifted up in praise to our Great Creator.
Sit still and listen it is the voices of the Elders,songs that tell of love and loss,and the voice of Wahya calling.
It is the breath of life blowing through the wood,guided by a loving heart speaking to his people!