"Every Land" by Ursula K. Le Guin

In loving memory of the OG of wizardry, here is a poem by Ursula K. Le Guin. May she rest in peace.

Every Land 
(From a saying of Black Elk)
by Ursula K. Le Guin

Watch where the branches of the willows bend
See where the waters of the rivers tend
Graves in the rock, cradles in the sand
Every land is the holy land

Here was the battle to the bitter end
Here's where the enemy killed the friend
Blood on the rock, tears on the sand
Every land is the holy land

Willow by the water bending in the wind
Bent till it's broken and it will not stand
Listen to the word the messengers send
Life like the broken rock, death like the sand
Every land is the holy land





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