🦋 Make A Wish 🦋
Down in the valley where the tribes' children play, There's a small river and beautiful grass to lye in all day, Whilst the Wise One teaches lessons after chores are done, And all the children gather to willingly learn in the sun.
This is how classrooms should be so you can learn first hand, they're all taught how to catch fish and make their own medicine band, Where to hunt for food and how to catch it using their tools About the Great Spirit and how it's linked to Nature's rules.
Here the corn they're growing is cared for on a daily basis, And the responsibility they learn from this in written in their faces, Here the young boys must learn to go to war and be a man, And girls watch with understanding and soak it in better than.
Every child knows that war brings death and they're prepared, They know they have a part in life and the responsibility is shared, Every kill they make for food a prayer is offered in their respect, They're taught that in imbalance comes danger so think and reflect.
One mischievous little child is called She Who Bathes in Mud, Down by the river chasing butterflies through the wood, Three friends and her are giggling having fun causing no harm, She knows the butterfly is the symbol of Hope it is a lucky charm.
And when she catches one safely in her little copper skinned palm, A look of wonder crosses her face and all of them are still and calm, That's when she knows it can take a fervent wish up to the Great Spirit, So long as her heart and genuine intent are impressed within it.
She whispers to the butterfly the Native American symbol of Hope, Says her little prayer for the riding party that they will somehow cope, For her daddy is a mighty Brave who left with them to scout, And she worries the many soldiers with their fire sticks will find him out.
She shuts her eyes and they all draw breath willing it to work, Then she releases it safely and they watch its little fragile wings jerk, Off into the breeze it goes and higher flitting into the cloudy sky, The heavens may grant it in gratitude for the freedom of the butterfly.
Those wishes and that hope are such simple things you think, but legends are often based in truth and may have some common link, So never hurt a butterfly as the Great Spirit lives in every single thing, How will you get Hope granted if you don't honour the fragile wing?
