The Ballad of the Mountain, high above the plains The cool, crisp air, the whippoorwill, his song, a sweet refrain I bask upon the beauty...

Thy Will Be Done, a prayer so pure A surrender of heart, a call to endure In this world of chaos and strife It's a beacon of hope, a...

Charred black tips of cedar and sage One grows stronger; the other evaporates As our ancestors told this forgotten old way The cedar...