Creations Song - (4 of 4) the end

Song-Maker could have stayed there forever, he thought; but then he heard Snine say, “We must return.”
Snine and Song-Maker rose into the air, and in a few moments, they were back at the brook, where their journey had begun.
Snine asked, “How did you feel?”
Song-Maker opened his eyes. The brook was still singing on its way. He was still laying on the moss but He didn’t see Snine anymore. Still, the question Snine asked filled his head, “How did you feel?”
Song-Maker thought about his dream. As he thought, he began to smile. The smile came from a warmth deep within.
He opened the basket and took out some pemmican. He raised the food to the sky, and thanked the Creator for his dream and the food. He thanked Him for his family, friends, and everything around him.
He spent the rest of the day and night by the brook, eating and thinking. In the morning, he began his trip back home. The distance seemed to fly past as he walked deep in thought. He remembered his father’s words about being so far away and in a place with unknown spirits, but it didn’t seem to matter. There was a peace deep within.
When he arrived home, the whole village came and gathered around him. They wanted to know about his travels and adventures. They wanted to know if he found what he was looking for.
Song-Maker took the basket off and quietly laid it on the ground. He took out his flute and without saying a word, he motioned for all to sit down. Song-Maker waited as the elders and his parents were seated in the front, and then the others found a place to sit. Dogs were running about and a couple of children were crying, as Song-Maker raised the flute to his lips. His eyes slowly looked up and were fixed on the sky as if he were searching for something. He raised his flute in both hands and in almost a whisper said, “Kukwstsamc T-kwalt Kukpi,”(Thank you Chief of all Chiefs). A smile flooded his face as he lowered the flute. With his eyes closed, he danced and played. His other music was pleasant to the ears, but this music was different, as if it came from deep within. Even the dogs and children became quiet.
An Elder began to nod his head, and then another, and another. When he finished the song, an elder smiled and said, “You found the Creation Song, didn’t you?”
Song-Maker smiled and answered, “Yes…I think so.”
The elder continued, “Where did you find it? Was it far away, in a valley or on a mountain top?”
Song-Maker’s words came easily, as they came from his heart, “I didn’t find the Creation Song, it found me.
I heard the brook singing ‘Kukwstsamc’(Thanks) and I saw the trees waving their golden leaves as if to say, ‘Kukwstsamc.’ The birds sang, ‘Kukwstsamc’, and all of creation joined in to honor the Creator. Then I understood that all I have has come from the Creator. From my deepest heart, I too said, ‘Kukwstsamc’. It was then that a new song filled my heart.” ; The elder smiled, and in that smile was the recognition that he, too, knew the Creation Song.