Awenasa pleaded, “Father, tell me the story again.”

“It is late child,” he hushed, “but if you promise to –.“

Awenasa bounced into bed gleefully, “I promise Father to offer seven blessings to the Great Buffalo Spirit!”

Father acquiesced, “Many millennia ago, when Earthlings consumed their resources, the Great Plague consumed the planet killing almost all life. What remained was the Tree of Life. From it sprung true evolution of all which had been denied freedom and dignity in the yester-years. From this new life, came a new people who blessed their planet with what Cherokee name?”

“Awenasa!” she burst with triumph.

“And what does that mean child?”

“My home, Father. It means, My Home!”

Tree of Life

photo credit: Madison Woods