We Are Part Of The Earth And

Let Him Be Just And Deal Kindly With My People, For The Dead Are Not Powerless. Dead, Did I Say? There Is No Death, Only Change Of Worlds.

What Is There To Life If A Man Cannot Hear The Lonely Cry Of The Whippoorwill Or The Arguments Of The Frogs Around The Pool At Night?

The Whites, Too, Shall Pass - Perhaps Sooner Than Other Tribes. Continue To Contaminate Your Bed And You Will One Night Suffocate In Your Own Waste.

How Can You Buy Or Sell The Sky, The Warmth Of The Land? The Idea Is Strange To Us. If We Do Not Own The Freshness Of The Air And The Sparkle Of The Water, How Can You Buy Them? Every Part Of The Earth Is Sacred To My People.

We Are Part Of The Earth And It Is Part Of Us. The Perfumes Flowers Are Our Sisters; The Deer, The Horse, The Great Eagle: These Are Our Brothers. All Things Are Connected Like The Blood Which Unites One's Family.