Redtail Rise Moon Singer

There was a lilt to his final verse.

A questioning note.

Moon Runner knit wildspeak into her next chorus, to tell him all the wonders of her home.

Cold snow, winter air.

The hawk flies above, the elk rush through, trout swim in the streams.

My home. I am Wealda.

Wealda.

Wealda.

This land has my soul.

I have no earthly name.

I run with the moon. I sing with the stars.

My spirit is strong. It is wild.

Wealda.