She was like a bud in disease
 
 Set her mind upon solution,
 
 analysed the prophecies
 
 and failed to see how Kokopelli
 
 figured grand on his story of man
 
 on the story of heaven on the hysteria of land
 
 populated by the peoples 
 
 who surrounded the fertility god of Seneca land
 
 The man and the raga
 
 brewed up a life saga
 
 of uncontrollable horror and bliss.
 
  
  The rainmaker was met by
 
 believers and disbelievers
 
 Lightning struck and all took flight
 
 But one who stood mesmerized at the heavens
 
 Unaware of the Indian's presence - thunder then
 
 rolled
  
 
 She who was a bud in disease
 
 had her roots within the ground
 
 and her ears could hear the sound of his breathing
 
 She stared at the sky, mentalised the true meaning
 
 The question was why, the question was what
 
 The answer was he, Kokopelli, had his feet upon the
 
 ground
 
 and his head upon the heavens
 
 Seven times the sound unravelled to
 
 announce his fertile presence, before he said
  
 
 I'm a big universe,
 
 small body so old in a new place
 
 Died before, before I ever was, was not
 
 If Bad is on the run,
 
 Then Good is at the heels until the pressure
 
 overcomes
 
 and Bad is on its knees
 
 and then Good passes on the run
 
 inciting Bad to come and chase it
 
 as in child's play.
  
 
 She could now see that he 
 
 had a number of solutions
 
 and he walked the prophecies
 
 For he, he cured her disease
 
 and assured her that she be
 
 aware of destiny
 
 to touch Fertility
 
 Join their hearts and their souls
 
 and united they breathed
 
 By their parts and their goals they proceeded to be.
 
 A child came, a call came
 
 and he was on his way
 
 She knew she had to stay.
  
 
 I'm a big universe,
 
 small body so old in a new place
 
 Died before, before I ever was, was not
 
 If Bad is on the run,
 
 Then Good is at the heels until the pressure
 
 overcomes
 
 and Bad is on its knees
 
 and then Good passes on the run
 
 inciting Bad to come and chase it, chase it
  
 
 The rainmaker was met by
 
 believers and disbelievers
 
 Lightning struck and all took flight
 
 But one who stood mesmerized at the heavens
 
 Unaware of the Indian's presence 
 
 The light and smell permeates the both of them.
 
 Life was being generated, deep in his eyes she saw
 
 that he had love for her.
 
 He spoke and thunder then rolled.