The rustling of the storm in the majestic trees
The trickle of the rain on the autumn leaves
The swaying of the limbs on a gentle breeze
The way the waves swell in the deep blue seas
The pounding of the drums that race through my head
As I think back to the life and times we would have had
Had they not came and in a flash stole your lives
To lose our mothers, fathers, husbands, and wives
Why did they do it, we may never know
Just remember they will reap what they sow
I cry out in anger, in heart felt tears
When I remember the way they stole our years
To see the young ones grow and prosper in love
But all you can do now is watch from above
Will the traditions live on?
Will the generations sing your song?
Will they worship the spirits of the earth and sky?
Will they know how to Pay tribute to the fallen life,
Of the Cherokee tribes?
Amanda Skaggs 8-5-2003