The beauty of the trees,
the softness of the air,
the fragrance of the grass,
speaks to me.
The summit of the mountain,
the thunder of the sky,
the rhythm of the sea,
speaks to me.
The faintness of the stars,
the freshness of the morning,
the dew drop on the flower,
speaks to me.
The strength of fire,
the taste of salmon,
the trail of the sun,
And the life that never goes away,
They speak to me.
And my heart soars
I love this poem, and the beauty, simplicity and power of his words and experience. I would like to hear and see it in Chief Dan George's Native language..
I love the simplicity of this poem, and the power of each phrase - I believe people can get lost in looking for complicated expressions o
The Earth is Flat K people! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
The softness of the air; with the muse of nature. Nice work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
''the Tsleil-Waututh Nation, a Coast Salish band whose Indian reserve is located on Burrard Inlet'' the beautiful Burrard Inlet.. My heart soars.. I wish my ashes to be scattered on the winds in BC..