Gentle creatures surround her
While she sits upon a rock,
A waterfall, glistens in the sunshine
Above her head, flies a hawk.
She reaches out to a squirrel
And tries to feed him a nut,
She tries not to scare him
Sits there nice and quiet.
The timid squirrel sits there
On a rock beside her,
Watches her ever so closely
Creeps a little closer.
The Indian maiden spends time
In the woods every single day,
Feeding her Earth's gentle creatures
And softly speaking to them, under the sun's warm rays.
