Have you ever looked at a shell?I mean really stared and seen?The dark dirty brown of the outer huskThe purity of the inner gleam?
The iridescent whitewith rainbow colored pearlThe way the earth narrows downHow the shell becomes the world?
It is there, in that quiet timeThat the words will whisper now..The words of gods and spiritsAncient wisdom passing down.
The ways of honor and respect.The ways of feathers, fur and skinOld ways that never lose their charmThat pull our souls within.
In those times of peaceful thoughtWe think not of color or of hate.We think only of the worth of lifeOf our soul's ability to walk the Day.
- Sealiah -