A spiritual awakening
Image of Mt. Graham by Jbparrish — Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=101639166
Naiche was a mischievous teen
Sewing wild oats while creating a scene
To the chagrin of his father, Chief Cochise
Cochise determined it was time to intervene
He led the boy to the highest peak of Dził Nchaa Si’an
It is time my son for you to comprehend
The gifts you’ve failed to apprehend
Into the stars, we’ll ascend
Both father and son entered a trance
Through the use of the holiest of chants
Their spirits soared into the never-ending expanse
Every particle of their being was enhanced
The silence between stars surprised Naiche
You are greater than the stars, said Cochise
As humans we are incomplete
As souls, we have a window seat
To Ussen’s magnificent creation
To gift you with an undeniable affirmation
That we are simply stewards of his heavenly plantation
And to immerse ourselves in his spiritual libation