The Earth Is Our Mother - text

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 scared to my people Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore
Every mist in the dark woods, every clearing
And humming insect is holy in our memory
And experience.
The sap which courses through
The trees carries our memories
We are part of the earth and it is part of us.
We know that the white man
Does not understand our ways
One portion of the land is the same
To him as the next, for he is a stranger
Who comes in the night
And takes whatever he needs.
The earth is not his brother but his enemy
And when he has conquered it he moves on.
He leaves his father's graves behind
And he does not care.
He kidnaps the earth birthright are forgotten.
He treats his mother the earth
And his father the sky as things
To be bought, plundered or sold like sheep
Or bright beads.
His appetite will devour the earth
And leave behind only a desert.
I do not know.
Our ways are different from your ways.
The sight of your cities pains my eyes.
There is no quiet place in the white man's cities
No place to hear the unfurling of leaves in spring Or the rustle of an insects wings.
The clatter only seems to insult the ears
And what is there to life in one cannot hear
The lonely cry of the Lapwing or the arguments
Of the frogs around a pond at night?
What is man without other animals?
If all the beasts were gone
Man would die from a great loneliness of spirit.
For whatever happens to the beasts
Soon happens to man
All things are connected.
Teach your children
What we have taught our children:
That the Earth is our mother.
Whatever befalls the Earth
Befalls the sons and daughters of the Earth.
Man did not weave the web of life
He is merely a strand of it.
Whatever he does to the web he does to himself.

The secret corners of the forest
Are heavy with the scent of many men.
Where is the thicket? Gone.
Where is the eagle? Gone.
The end of living - and the beginning of survival...

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