The sky is my sister
	As is the wind.
I look up to see
My brother hawk,	My brother hawk,
Soaring and floating	Soaring and floating
	On invisible waves
I wonder what
	He sees
Through his eyes
	A patchwork quilt,
Of forests and fields.
	With ribbons of blue
Intertwined with green.
High caps of snow
Sheltering his	Sheltering his
Brothers and sisters	Brothers and sisters
	From winters cold.
Remembering times	Remembering times
Long ago	Long ago
When people understood
	That the earth and sky are one
And are part of the circle
Of all living things.	Of all living things.
The sky is my sister,
	As is the moon
	Brother hawk is still soaring,
In the silence of the night.
	No one seems to know

He's there.
Yet he is.	Yet he is.
I wonder what he wonders
	Does he dream of times
	Long ago.
Of fish in clear streams?	Of fish in clear streams?
Of storms
	Yet to come
Brother hawk
	Has always been,

A wonderment to me.

A wonderment to me.