The laughing branch

You’ll see me approach you, Queen

From a distant land

Where other people unbecome in sorrow

It’s a long road I’ve found myself on

With a branch I bear, a gift from Black Elk

From the Ground travel her high road

The branch in the hands of other people

Loneliness or fear or sorrow in their hearts placed

The gifts people bear in melodious voice

In bells, the branch laughs like our own people

Other waves of people, you’ll see my Queen,

Along its branch, approaching:

The branch of humanity in tears, laughing

Laughter branching