Life is hard, the teacher said,
wide eyes glistening with the effort of speech,
Grasping each word
Like pitons just out of reach

As I listened to his final thoughts,
sweeping images danced in my head
a song of hope from the place of the dead

I am the eagle, soaring free
I am the forest and I am each tree.

I am the ocean, I am the rain.
Each drop of water, each tear of pain.

I am breath, the giver of life
I carry creation inside of me.

I am the albatross flying free
I am the universe, I am song

My spirit’s invincible. To me all belongs.

(incomplete, sorry.  Finish later and fix the rhythm)