- - Colors Of The Wind - -

You think I'm an ignorant savage
And you've been so many places - I guess it must be so
But still I cannot see - If the savage one is me

Now can there be so much that you don't know? - You don't know ...

You think you own whatever land you land on The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
But I know every rock and tree and creature Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

You think the only people who are people Are the people who look and think like you But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger

You'll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned? Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?

Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the Earth

Come roll in all the riches all around you And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers The heron and the otter are my friends

And we are all connected to each other In a circle, in a hoop that never ends

How high will the sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you'll never know And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon

For whether we are white or copper skinned We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains We need to paint with all the colors of the wind

You can own the Earth and still All you'll own is Earth until You can paint with all the colors of the wind

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Credits : V.Williams -- "Colors of the wind"


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Final Thoughts - My 2 cents :

Dedicated to the people who inhabit the wild and deep jungles across our beautiful planet. The Native Indians in North America, the "Kalaash" tribe in Chitral, Pakistan, The Mayan tribes still prevalent in the thick forests of South America and every human being on the face of the earth that lives, breathes and exists in perfect synchronization and amalgamation in sheer harmony and perfect serenity within the natural habitat and its environment - that we as human beings dwelling in our modern cosmopolitan cities with high rise skyscrapers so much superficial essence blinding our "humanity" - take for granted every single day!

A Young boy who has grown up in a village, near the mystique and grandeur of the forest - grows up loving, adoring, appreciating and "living" everything that surrounds him. The trees, the animals, the rivers, mountains and all the gifts of life that God has spread out for us to ponder upon and gain inspiration from! The boy sees "Color" in something as invisible as the wind, because he has grown up appreciating even the finest most smallest and insignificant things in life that we can not see "past" by. The boy finds splendor in the majestic serenity of all beauty and wonder that surrounds him in the wild. The cry of the wolf to the fulll moon under the glow of the diamond night sky, The soft caress of the raindrops and the calm re-assurance of the running river, The immaculate flight of the eagle with its wings spread apart, The graceful elegance of the heron and the offbeat joy emanating from the laughter of the otter and the magnificent echo of the mountains that captivates and engulfs one's senses deep within, enough for one to sing along with the mountains - ALL of those things are precious, invaluable and sublime to the boy because his heart, his mind and his soul are far more "human" than we can ever amount up to and he sees all the alluring and ravishing magnitude of perfection that exists around him through the prism of his eyes - He sees color through that prism - Colors of the wind that neither me, you or anyone else can comprehend, conceive or envision.

The boy's existence, transcends the depths and bounds of all that exists and he finds solace, sanctity, ecstatic symphony and unconquerable pride in being a part of such heaven on earth - regardless of the color of his skin, regardless of worldly glory and regardless of his physical/analytical/biological make-up as a human being - For the forest and the sheer essence of the jungle itself is the nucleating power that resounds thunderingly through his heart and soul!

*Sigh* If only every human being on earth were like that - our world would be so much a better place to live in.

Long Live The Earth and Long Live The People That Find Beauty In All creation, every pebble in the river and every grain of sand on the shore.