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Sky-Woman, beauty,

the light of the Tree of Life

still lingers on your skin—

you are the picture of peace and harmony

when I watch you putting berries in your basket,

your tear-dress untied and open

when you cradle our baby to your breast,

and the milk of life sweetens his tiny tongue

in the morning when you sing to him of Ga-lun-la-ti.

I remember that place! How strong-willed you were,

climbing into the branches of the forbidden tree

and then crawling into the roots.

I remember watching you as you fell

through the hole in the roots

toward the shining ball of water—

I remember Turtle Island rising up to catch you

as the birds brought you safely to his back

and suddenly, new life sprang up at your lightest touch!

Sky-Woman, beauty,

you are to me always new, always life—

and my love for you is endless.