The Lynx Fables: El corazon y la mariposa (Part II/V)

Suave como la lluvia
Duro como las montañas

Delicious insides found from a flock
A boar’s whistle and toes create rhythm for days
Arranging for survival and the sun’s tick tock
But then He says, “not yet” and the avalanche delays

Passive interest in success, sees the one with no vision
Seeking forgotten ceremonies by the upright hunter
Never laying to rest, fear the turmoil of decision
Insignificant moments immortalized by thunder

Ojala, will the rains arrive to sooth me?
Ojala, please, mountains do not make the path rough

Singing voices, carried throughout the valleys
The wind is proud and mighty, it is our savior
Returning from the night world
Bring us our feast

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