Deep within the jungle, there runs a river,
a stream of water that cleanses your soul.
Within this jungle, in the water,
we remember who we are and where we came from.
We sometimes go here, bath in the water and dance under the sun.
For a while, we remember what life once was.
A wonderful, beautiful planet.
The trees whisper to us,
and the birds sing us stories.
We are home.
The rainstorm and the rivers are my brothers.
The heron and the other are my friends.
And we are all connected to eachother.
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends.
- Colours of the wind
Kalon Azure