She hears the forest calling, while gathering herbs and leaves, recovering mosses of greened verdue and precious seeds. The sicken ones still need her, she hurries on her way, but forest flutes beckons her to stay! Sacred smoke lifts to the sky chanting wafts to passers-by. Oh, Woman of Healing listen to the winds of change, hear the forest flutes calling you by name, Woman of Healing, remain, remain, remain! sequoyah 1998