The rainstorm and the rivers are my brothers!
The Heron and the Otter are my friends.
And we all are connected to each other…
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends…
How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it sown, then you’ll never know!
And you’ll never hear the wolf cry!
For whether we are white or copper skinned;
We need to sing with all the voices of mountains!
We need to paint with all the colors of wind!
You can own the earth still!
All you’ll own is earth until-
you can paint with all the colors of wins!! …