My family has been here for millions of years.
Way before you came, we stood in this place.
We stood  still, peaceful, strong; we created no harm.
We saw the beauty of Mother Earth, and love on her face.

We are one with our Mother; our roots run deep.
We take no more than needed; the balance we keep.
We’ve watched you for too long, the damage you do.
The  problem we’ve noticed; the caretakers are few.

This is the day I’ve called you to listen.
To shed the old ways, step up, and to glisten.
Stay still, peaceful, strong, and silent to boot.
My words are important; they are your new suit.

​I’ll be your strength, your support, your guide.
We’ll reconnect; I’m here at your side.
Tell me your problems; in me, you’ll confide.
I’ll keep you grounded from those who have lied.

My roots, still connected to our Mother Earth.
Yours have been severed; you feel no worth.
You feel disconnected and lost in your way.
Grab onto my trunk; listen to what I say:

Your blood is my blood; we’re one and the same.
Let’s get on the same page, create a new game.
Take care of ourselves, and our Mother, too.
Every action counts; this concept’s not new.

Gentleness is needed everywhere you go.
Be wise with your touch; always make it so!!!




​HELEN  WHITE  WOLF  “SOUL PRINTS”

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It's not what you have.

It's what you do with it.

Reduce         Reuse         Recycle

Thank You    Thank You     Thank You

We're all in this together

Let's make this count !!!

        DESIRAY​

​You are the tree that has come to me,
​Planted by the birds, secretly and sacredly.
​You had a reason; you had a purpose
​To teach me your knowledge, without any fuss.

​Well, I sit here below you, puzzled a bit;
Don’t know how to do this; can’t throw a fit.
I’ve been told to listen; can’t use my ears.
Frustration, my dear, could turn into tears.

I look up at your beauty, leaves so green.
Puzzled, bewildered; are we really a team?
If we are connected, spirit and soul,
This should be easy and not take it’s toll.

The birds do love you; they sing everyday,
Sitting on your branches, with lots to say,
Their hearts so filled, their voices so sweet,
I just sit , watch them, and listen to them tweet.

Well, I can’t do that, so I will stand, hug your trunk,
Sense your love, drink in your nectar, stay out of the funk,
Feel your veins pulse, your heart beating for me,
Grateful as ever, oh, you taught me, I SEE.

THANK YOU, MY TREE


​HELEN WHITE WOLF  “SOUL PRINTS”

GRANDPARENT  TREE’S  VOICE​

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