Dream of the People Who Move

We are the people
who move, always,
where distant ice booms
and water looks like sky,

We have carved our home
from the forest,
and sewn our lives
in animal skins,

We sing our stories
so we remember,
We tell our truths
so we will not forget,

We sing our stories
when we rest,
Make saber-toothed cats
on flame-lit stone,

We fade in the distance
like ice fades in faint light,
when earth is waking up
from our frozen world,

We sing our stories
so we remember,
We tell our truths
so we will not forget,

Now you will not forget.