He rubs his hand across the grain, he closes his eyes to see, if the power is in his hands, to make the music from this tree.

He holds it to his heart, to feel the spirits within, for life will come from one small tree, from a thought, the beat begins.

The flute is a gift from the grandfather, as the sky above is near. Sending a message from his flute, his spirit, Grandfather hears.

Oh Flute crafter you honor us,with songs so rich and new. Your spirit shines in every note, you heart so wise and true.

May the heartbeat of Mother Earth greet you, at the start of every day. And may your heart forever guide... you and the flute you play.