The smell of the wild weeds and sweet black berry's drifted through my forest.
The sweet smells drifted down to my nose- and I lifted my face and sniffed.
Such beautiful days!
The golden colors of the falling leaves,,,,
all around me
told me its autumn,
and I smiled.
Butterflys had been fluttering to and fro.
And the bumble bee's were humming their buzzzing songs
just as they always did when they made honey.
Puddles of honey dripped from the tree branches..
Yes, I could see it.
From the bottom of the hill-
I looked to the top where I always remembered seeing her sit.
The sun rays would shone on her shiny black shoulders
as she washed sticky honey from her baby cubs furs.
She was the best mama ever.
She was the forests friend, a little black bear.
She was my friend.
Her name was "Peaceful".
"Peaceful" is now a new star in the sky.
She will shine on all of us.
I want to celebrate her life. I want her to be remembered.
"Peaceful "was friends with every furred or feathered creature
in my forest.
We can't forget her.
Her life was taken .
I have struggled with not having the right words,
but I know I must speak,,,
I am the keeper of the safe places where my friends live.
They have no voice - I speak for them.
This is for you 'Peaceful'.
Shine on!!! Glow!!!
We're gonna miss you.
|Peaceful was killed by hunters Oct 4, 2014|
I don't have a photo of her- but you can imagine her with your heart