flying with my cousins

As we approached the clearing we looked at one another with a slow-burning grin. It took them by the hands, one on my right , the other on my left and we began to fly. When we reached just near the top of the treeline I let go of their hands. We were like kids playing in a field of tall grass, bopping up and down while screaming like banshee. We flew far and wide. We entered a white forest slowing down to a nice cruising speed. As we passed through K started to sing, I joined in and Ku followed. The song was an ancient rhythm, one neither of us really knew. But, blood memory kicked in and our gut took over. Mvscogee song? Cherokee song? Tuscarora song? I don't know. What we remember is that it is IN the melody.