Dance the circle,

Dance the circle,

Dance the circle of life.

Hear and watch the coming of spring in her new life.

Run towards the mountains watch the wild fawn play.

Dance with the blessing on her sun upon your face given warmth of hugs.

The breezy blown by wind carries your soul into the air while fluttery,

Seeing beautiful scenery of colorful world, golden to purest white.

A river of crystal blue with a stepping stone which a young cubs learns while they

play careful watch by their mother who she guards with her life.

Proud mother she stand tall blossoming flower lingering ripening sweet for all

to eat. Filling the hungrier of bellies with satisfaction as we all lay in sleep.

And we wait for tomorrow to dance the circle of life once aging.