Special shamanic tracking gift to one of my Heros: His Beauty Queen

She stepped out In the morning sun Her sleepy eyes Opening lazily. It’s another beautiful day. The crows have gathered in the green meadow Waiting patiently for passersby. Their melody is crude, Ripping apart Peace in her heart, She starts weeping.  Tears rolling down her cheeks Wash away all the sorrows, Shiny tears, shining in