Native Americans Star People Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

From skies so deep, from stars so bright,
Came ancient kin, a gentle light.
They fell to Earth, not born of clay,
But from far worlds, a starlit way.

The Hopi knew a cluster's gleam,
Their first true home, a cosmic dream.
The Pleiades, a sister's hand,
From which their spirits first took stand.

The Lakota saw, in baby's eye,
A star's own spark, to reach the sky.
And when life's journey had its end,
A Milky Path, their souls would wend.

The Cree and Zuni, tales they kept,
Of sky-borne guides, while Earth still slept.
With sacred lore, and healing art,
They gave the seeds that grew a heart.

The Pawnee charted paths above,
With stars as maps, and cosmic love.
Their seasons turned, their lives they spun,
By stars that watched till day was done.

So stars we see, a whisper old,
Of kin who came, and stories told.
Not just the dust, beneath our feet,
But sky-bound souls, forever sweet.