Echo.

Peace be with those that eat the sour foreign fruit that they left us and,

Smooth away the crumbs of self hate upon our lips,

Spurn the dragon and his burning aged comfort,

For happiness is always regretted payment so,

Raise our weeping souls on wings of Golden eagle,

and tongue of ice bound depths sojourn,

for you are forever salmonberry blooded,

for you are diamond myth brought to life,

for you are sod book of ancient wealth,

for you are guardian of future precious self,

Salmonberry warriors,

Salmonberry royalty,

Create enough to cause silent ripple,

to cause lasting effect,

to echo.

to Echo.

to ECHO.

to ECHO in the lichen.