My Red Tree

For over two years, I have worked on and off on this piece I call “Legend”, finally I decided to draw it to a close. I hope that through this piece, you may be inspired, as I was in composing, and painting it.

I do not have a great understanding of what we cannot see. I accept with faith as I diligently cling to hope. If we create through passions, dreams, and vision, letting it become a part of us, or rather what makes us who we are, like love, how could this die? For I believe, I may be wrong, or I may be right, but I believe as we carry on the love of our ancestors, as we inherit their characteristics, why then can’t we inherit their dreams, their memories?

For I may not comprehend the science of it all, but I do know there are many things in this world, that science cannot explain. For I have been places, and seen, as well as felt, I have known, what I have never learned. I believe the soul is an intricate piece of work, fashioned by our Creator. So if we give our lives for a purpose, if we hold to the hope, the faith, if we pass on a dream, how could something that brilliant die?

So this is for you, my ancestors, for you are my people, as I am yours. Be proud for yourself, if not yet for me.

The herd darkens the sky
As though a storm may come
I hear the lowly sigh
As the bison start to run
With deafening steel
The slaughter’s begun

So run, legend run
Run into the sun
The killers have come
Your battle has begun

Confusion clouds your vision
As you shelter the young
But how they take you down
One by one
The pounding of your fear
Stains the Promised Land

As you run legend run
Run into the sun
The killers have come
Your battle has begun

Black sea of the prairie
How fast you’re fading now
The rifles repeat
To silence your screams
You are gold for the taking
But what have they done

As you run legend run
Run into the sun
Your killers have come
Your battle’s begun

Cut out their tongues
But leave the rest
To rot in the cold day’s heat
How brave you are mighty hunter
But do you know
What you have done

As they run how they run
Into the sun
For the killers have come
Their battle is done

With silent rage
Warriors stalk the bloody stench
Their tribe marked for death
As mothers weep
Through the cold of winters drain
With nothing to silence their babies pain

And they run how they run
On into the sun
For the killers have come
The battle is done

For what is death
What is pain
That I have seen
Through your eyes
As you run how you run
Legend run, into the sun
For your battle is done

A legend is born
Yet will never truly die
For in each of us we carry
A part of you inside
Beyond the last sunset
Until the end of time
That you may find the peace
This world so easily denied

This is the valley where I live. Although I have traveled alot, there is something beautiful about this place, that always calls to my heart…