~ Koma Kulshan - Mt. Baker ~
Mt. Baker © Ken James McLeod
I am in the fiddleheads that grow on the prairies, I am the ground that the buffalo and elk run free upon, I am the stream that the salmon swims, The wind the eagle soars on.
I am the dawn that the birds sing to, I am the tranquility found beaneath your feet on the trail, I am the snow-capped mountains you climb, The air that you breathe.
I am In the waves of the ocean, I am that which is coveted by the blue-blackness of night, I am in the sunrise and the sunset that bathes the horizon, The gold your fever seeks.
I am the garden you sow, The medicinal properties found in plants.
I am the crimson colors of Autumn, And I am the seeds of Spring and tomorrow . . .
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