My Words Are Like The Stars That

We Are A Part Of The Earth And It Is Part Of Us.

Our God, The Great Spirit, Seems Also To Have Forsaken Us. Your God Makes Your People Wax Stronger Every Day. Soon They Will Fill All The Land.

I Will Not Dwell On, Nor Mourn Over, Our Untimely Decay, Nor Reproach My Paleface Brothers With Hastening It, As We Too May Have Been Somewhat To Blame.

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.