When i was a child i was a squirrel a bluejay a fox and spoke with them in their tongues climbed their trees dug their dens and knew the taste of every grass and stone the meaning of the sun the message of the night now i am old and past both work and battle and know no shame to go alone into the forest to speak again to squirrel fox and bird to taste the world to find the meaning of the wind the message of the rain
Artist Sam McKinnon