I was vanishing in the cold air thin;
she showed her work proud,
in a shed bare there
Her life is written by the beautiful lines on her face;
etched with love, laughter & experienced
Trekking up the mountain hill;
resting by the shade I found,
he carried his work on his route downhill,
I stood tall; I had one shot...a familiar face,
a welcoming smile
Namaste ~
Cultural preservation is a human right
Finally reached the mountain hill,
my spirit woke to unchartered new
Where are you going; I asked to come,
into a land I felt a new, a sacred place, mystique I felt
To move in silence
