Song's And Poem's

colors of the wind

You think I'm an ignorant savage

And you've been so many places

I guess it must be so

But still I cannot see

If the savage one is me

How can there be so much that you don't

know? you don't know.....

You think you own

whatever land you land on

The earth is just a died thing you can claim

But I know every rock and

tree and creature

has a life , has a spirit , has a name

You think the only people who are people

Are the people who look and think like you

But if you walk the feetsteps of a stranger

You'll learn things

you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to

the blue corn moon

Or asked the grinning bobcat

why he grinned?

Can you sing with all the voices of

the mountain?

Can you paint with

all the colors of the wind?

Can you paint with

all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine

trails of the forest

Come taste the sun-sweet berries

of the earth

Come roll in all the riches all around you

And for once,

never Wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river

are my brothers

The heron and the otter are my friends

And we are all connected to each other

In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

How high does the sycamore grow?

If you cut it down, then you'll never know

And you'll never hear

the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper-skinned

We need to sing with all the voices

of the mountain

Need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the earth and still

All you'll own is earth until

You can paint with all the colors of the wind

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My grandma love to listen to this song so this song is a kind of momentarily two her she died of a heart attack or heart cult whatever I'm not good at knowing what she died of,
But I love her a lot so I thought this is a good thing two think of her bye!

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( The Song is colors of the wind )
( By Jody Kuhn )