I wish I was a tribe
With the red skin
That peel off every season
To bloom flowers
Which drank the stream water
To sing like a woodpecker
And build beautiful homes
With the leaves shed in autumn.
I wish I was a tribe
Who never ate the skin of mother,
Protected her with the blanket
When cold air drifted
In the rain and snow.
I wish I was a tribe
Who never burned mother
Whenever summer swept past
But quenched her thirst
That kept her alive.
I wish I was a tribe
Who know the tune of song
That mother sing during night
With the whistle of wind
Waking up the dreams.
I wish I was a tribe
Who slept in the arms of mother
Dreaming of sailing across sea
And reaching out to stars.