I am a person who made the moon smile.
I am a person who made the sky blue.
I am a person who made the dawn shine and night glow.
I am somebody.

I am a person who made my friend the clouds cry so the land could
    be fed, for its thirst was high.
I am a person who made coyotes howl for a glorious song.
I am somebody.

I am a person who cried for days and days because clouds would
    not cry to make food for the land.
I am a person who watches time come and go and watches water
    run and flow.
I am somebody.

I did so many things and now I walk slow and see, feel, and hear
    all of my accomplishments.

I am someone, someone who followed the sun.  Everyone will.
    They will . . . Come and go.

                                                December 16, 1994