I give you this one thought to keep-
    I am with you still-I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
    I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
    I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
    I am the swift, uplifting rush
        of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
    Do not think of me as gone-
I am with you still-in each new dawn.

Indian Prayer provided by
Kenny Hutton

Indian Feather from
Matt Pond