Winter comes and life is full and fat
with excess of youth.
The man now leaves the boy,
to dwell alone in quiet places.
He can talk with his soul and heart
of things recently new
deep in his psyche long hidden
from children, flowers and bugs.
Now is his time for ideas
of wild things and drums,
of dancing with eagles,
bears and elves.
We dance in tall prairie grasses
to ancient drums and flutes.
We sit by a small campfire
under a bright starry no moon sky.
We tell the tales of our lives
both present and past.
We talk of who we are,
why we have come . . .
to explore a universe together.