They look to the heavens to the skies above
For this is where the Ancestors live with love
They look to us here on the land
To keep them safe from the power of man
Who knows the knowledge they carry within
The secrets they hold underneather their skin
How much beauty and wonder do we lose
When they disappear from the choices we choose?
From "looking after" to "belonging to"
When did we stop knowing what to do?!
And can we change it before its too late?
Can we turn it around before they escape?
It only takes one just one at a time
It only takes one to change their mind!
Cheree Stokes (C) 25/04/2021