As the sun smiled down upon my face
I watched a butterfly flutter by,
And felt not out of place.
Then, while I held out my arms,
I felt so full of my soul
I worried not of any harm.
I then closed my eyes.
Lived a world of truth and purity:
Conceived by the great Phoenix;
I lived as brother of the deer,
Son of the earth,
Cousin with the wind,
Spirit of the trees...
I was friend of all
And friend to all,
The river bathed me,
The prairie fed me,
The woods sheltered me,
The mountains were my path.
I was in perfect harmony
And solitaire
With all
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