spirit song

When death comes for me,
I will be ready.
I will climb the West Wind
like a ladder, wearing
crow feathers in my long,
black hair. I will climb
slow and quiet, not looking back.
I will sit before the great fire
without fear, and wait for my
grandmother, the bear. I will
give up my body for a long
hibernation, but my spirit
will dance and dance, singing
my song of power:
Mother Earth, I am strong.
Lend me black wings for spirit flight.
Grandmother Bear, I walk
within your skin.
Brother Crow, I am free.
West Wind carries me.