Traditions in Stone
Animal boulders dance to awaken.
On a magical journey we go
Memories the steps we have taken.
A shaman mountain
Kuchumaa speaks to all.
Roots that reach back
To a single seed of light.
Our first animals dance
Stars journeying through the night.
Oaks bend to frame this beauty.
For which to delight.
Shaman traditions in this land
The song cycles of the Kuchuman.