The wind whispper  on the top of blacks hills.

Trees sing  a sad song and teach it 

to an indian shamane.

Can you feel the wildlife in his dances ? 

Can you hear the nature in his words?

If you listen and open your mind you can feel the thrue life. You can be an eagle who fly high in the sky, a wolf who run in the winter snow.

Try to learn the real language when you listen the water like a cristal sound or the wind who  blow in an old oak leafs.

The beauty of the nature is the only thing who can make you rich. 

Poor people live in technological  progress but loose sensibility.