And As He Spoke Of Understanding, I

Perhaps You Have Noticed That Even In The Very Lightest Breeze You Can Hear The Voice Of The Cottonwood Tree; This We Understand Is Its Prayer To The Great Spirit, For Not Only Men, But All Things And All Beings Pray To Him Continually In Differing Ways.

But If The Vision Was True And Mighty, As I Know, It Is True And Mighty Yet;for Such Things Are Of Spirit, And It Is In The Darkness Of Their Eyes That Men Get Lost.

So I Took The Bright Red Stick And At The Center Of The Nation's Hoop I Thrust It In The Earth.

Whether It Happened So Or Not I Do Not Know; But If You Think About It You Can See That It Is True.

All Things Are Our Relatives; What We Do To Everything, We Do To Ourselves. All Is Really One.