The Water's Murmur Is The Voice Of

To Us, The Ashes Of Our Ancestors Are Sacred And Their Resting Place Is Hallowed Ground.

This We Know. All Things Are Connected

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.

Your God Loves Your People And Hates Mine; He Folds His Strong Arms Lovingly Around The White Man And Leads Him As A Father Leads His Infant Son, But He Has Forsaken His Red Children; He Makes Your People Wax Strong Every Day, And Soon They Will Fill The Land; While My People Are Ebbing Away Like A Fast-receding Tide, That Will Never Flow Again. The White Man's God Cannot Love His Red Children Or He Would Protect Them. They Seem To Be Orphans Who Can Look Nowhere For Help.

If All The Beasts Were Gone, Men Would Die From A Great Loneliness Of Spirit, For Whatever Happens To The Beasts Also Happens To The Man. All Things Are Connected. Whatever Befalls The Earth Befalls The Sons Of The Earth.