~~Spiritual Warrior~~                    Galloping across the open prairie, Thundering hooves on barren land, Hair trailing in the summer wind, Nothing here is ever planned.     Dust flies underneath him, Sun beats down upon his brow, Freedom always rides besides him, He blends with the earth somehow.   Life cycle's circle for his emblem, With the animals he talks, Dangerous only when protecting, Alongside fate he often walks.   The trees sigh at his presence, The rocks all move aside, At dawn with wolves he dances, While the dark hours shield his pride.   Eternal wisdom written on his face, So spiritual his soul, As he shares the pipe of peace With brothers round the totem pole.   By Luna (Moon Deer)