Moonlight Shining Red

There is an old Indian [Native American] legend about two lovers. One dies & the other is left with his grief. As the brave's remains are slowly consumed by fire on the funeral bier, ashes from burial garments laden of deer skin & eagle feathers slowly drifting thru the buffalo hyde, to the sacred ground below.
Prayers rise to the Great Spirit in the hollow smoke, carried in the wind. The tribal drums grow loud as the sun falls from the sky. Once again the wind carries the mournful cry of the brave left behind, blending with the wolves hawl...they seem to understand.
Our friend, the Moon, opens his eyes so all can see, even when darkness prevails. He hushes the wind & brings rest to troubled souls. He watches over the good spirits & keeps the evil ones at bay.
The Indian brave takes his rest beside the now cold ashes of the one he loved. As quiet covers Mother Earth, the brave slips into slumber. Our Friend the Moon glides slowly across the sacred ground as his beams penetrate the fertile soil. By the light of the moon, there is warmth & a tremor ever so slight, many tears have moistened the earth. The morning dew, said to be lasting tears left by our Friend the Moon, as he is sad to leave but knows he must.
The stars go to sleep one by one as Sister Sun awakens Mother Earth. The brave stirs from his sleep & like an arrow thru his heart, gazes at the scattered ashes of his beloved. Something catches his eye. He moves closer to see. There before him, within the ashes, blooms a red fern.
A sign from the Great Spirit that true love can never be separated.....

"Where the Red Fern Grows".......

Dedicated to my friend...you know who you are & we all love you.

Peace