A native poem.

And as the sun goes down the rain beating on the ground like a native drum playing a cry of a river drumming on the rocks.
I see the wind plowing the tops of the trees as if they were waving to the moon that a lonely wolf is guyed by the light to see his ways.
A bird is learning how to fly and the heat of the sun peeking through the curtains of the clouds stroking the birds wings.
My eyes are quickly set on a mother black bear feeding her young when a fish is set on out running her hunger.
I say good morning with a shine of a Childs eyes in my heart.
And I wonder what words of this poem will stay in the hearts of those who read and look to see what I do.
Not only do I see a tree but a home for wildlife.
You see just a tree to keep your houses warm.
Not only do I see a rain storm but a time to dance as the rain falls down my face.
You see just a time to stop and cry about it being to wet.
And as I think of a way to end this poem is there really a way to put a ending to a poem from the heart?