"Whispers of the Sacred Sky"
(Inspired by the spirits of the Ojibwe Nation)
Beneath the sky of crimson flame,
The eagle soars, with eyes untamed.
He speaks to stars, to winds above,
A spirit born from skies and love.
Upon the earth, where pine trees sing,
The wolf howls deep, his voice a ring.
He calls to kin, to heart and flame,
A guardian soul with ancient name.
Between their breath, the feathers dance,
In sacred smoke, a mystic trance.
The sky and soil, the fire and snow,
In silent threads, their spirits flow.
Oh children of the northern pine,
Remember now this holy sign.
The eagle sees, the wolf will guide,
With ancestors forever by your side.
