Songs to summon rain
Burning sage fills the air
A native knowledge of cycles
Found in a mesa top prayer

The rhythm strikes a pulse
Melodic flute soars
Cathartic drums pound on
Moccasins request implore

The valley floor now sits quiet
Tee Pees point high
Small plumes of smoke
Escape its apex and rise

Spotted ponies wither
Sun on their backs
Carry the dreams of riders
Following the ancestral tracks

From cradleboard to vision quest
Young braves replicate
A connection through nature
Allowing life to propagate