Colors of the Wind

You think you own whatever land you land on.

The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim.

But I know every rock and tree and creature.

Has a life, has a sprit, has a name.

The only people who are people

Are the people who look and think like you

But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger

You'll find something you knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the bobcat cry to the blue corn moon!

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