I am born of the land,my soul is the sun.Nature is my mother,I am,mother nature’s own son.The wind is my spirit,running wild,running free.The water is my mirror,reflecting visions of me.I am like a great river that slowly runs dry.Poulluted and abused I am the river,slowly-I die.I am a child the earth, created from dust.I live for the land,taking only what I must.I am a hunter of animals,imitating their stance.
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