OF
THE WIND
The Native Americans lived among all creation in peace. Their religion came from those of the earth. By taking the examples of those in the air, and the four-legged, they learned the ways of creation. How to live and survive with all that is upon the earth. There is and never will be another race of people so knowledgeable. This page is dedicated to those people.
~SUNDOG~
COLORS OF THE WIND
You think you own whatever land you land on, The earth is just a dead thing you can claim, But I know every rock and tree and creature Has a life, has a spirit, has a name.
You think the only people who are people Are people who look and think like you, But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger, You'll learn things you never knew you knew.
Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon? Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned? Can you sing with all the voices of the mountain? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest, Come taste the sun-sweet berries of the earth, Come roll in all the riches all around you, And for once never wonder what they're worth.
The rainstorm and the river are my brothers, The heron and the otter are my friends, And they are all connected to each other, In a circle, in a hoop that never ends.
How high does the sycamore grow? If you cut it down, you will never know. And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon, For whether we are white or copper-skinned, We need to sing with all the voices of the mountain We need to paint with all the colors of the wind.
You can own the earth and still All you'll own is earth until... You can paint with all the colors of the wind.
copyright Disney "Colors of the Wind"
~SUNDOG'S