Over the glistening water the mist settles in,

inviting the morning wildlife to come out to see the sun

as the song of the earth begins to vibrate throughout our skin.

Pass the forest where the deer frolic,

pass the lake where the frogs croak,

lies deep in the marshlands the ones they call the crane.

Elegant and serene,

they hold the worlds most deepest wants and needs,

for they hold the key to every secret we whisper in the morning mist.

The crane embodies the souls of the ones we have lost,

for they remind us that they still walk among us,

even when we feel as though we have gotten lost among all of the chaos.

Although their human bodies are no longer with us

their souls continue to live among us,

guiding and protecting,

just as they did when they walked this place we call Mother Earth.

As the mist disperses,and as the marshlands begin to awake

the crane makes its appearance known,

showing themselves to those who have recently lost a loved one,

letting them know they will never be alone.

No words need to be exchanged,

nor any other sound,

just the look between two souls is all that is needed,

where a knowing look brings great comfort,

for while no hugs may ever be given again

it is comforting to know that they are now home in the arms of Mother Earth.

Don't be discouraged,and please do not be frightened,

for this is wonderful news,

for the souls of our loved ones are no longer hurting,

for now they are living among the rest of the earth's children

while they continue to watch over us.

They continue to be the noble guardian even after death,

there is a type of magic that no one could ever understand.