Tales Elders tell

There was a time
That is how we start a story
every story
And we go on to tell
of times
when we knew the names
of each wind
each rain
when we could press our bellies
against the cool earth
and feel the tremble of the day break

We tell of times
when we walked the day
until our limbs ached
and in the night
we gazed up at the skies
and travelled the stars
each tiny glimmer in a dark canvas

Days were filled with hope
and the nights with dreams
good times were they
And that is how we conclude
Every story