Listen, Sister! they said
As they brushed my hair,
The long, long hair of my spirit self.
And as they braided flowers in my hair
The fairies came and
One by one
The lights went on.
My sisters led me to the woods
And where we walked the grass grew
The moss grew
Toadstools sprang up
Honeysuckle grew down
And as we walked we drank of it.
And I remembered
That the world is a wonderful, magical place.
That all we need to do is choose,
Hold hands with those of our tribe,
And walk out in it,
Into this joyful, ineffable experience