This was the way of it. Let the story fires be lighted. Let our circle be strong and full of medicine. Hear me. This is my dream song that I'm singing for you. This is my power song that is taking me to the edge. This is rock medicine. The talking tree. The singing water. Listen. I am dancing underneath you. This was the way of it. It is a river. It is a chant. It is a medicine story. It is what happened long ago. It is a bead in a story belt. It is what has been forgotten. It is the smell of sweetgrass and cedar. And prayers lifted to sky father. It is a way a tradition. The way it was always done by the people. It is a feeling of warmth. The sound of voices. Listen. I am dancing underneath you.