man belongs to the Earth...
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Only after the last fish has been caught;
Only after the last river has been poisoned;
Only then will you realize that money cannot be eaten.
I can see the shadow of my people
Like the shadow of the night
Blowing over me, growing over me
Leading me to a different light
And it's long ago day that's just begun
Like the rising of another sun
I can see my people
Bathing in it's rays
I can hear their voices lifted
In a song of praise
Mother Earth you give me all that I need
Your sweet fertile life abounding
The spirit in you, is the spirit in me
The Great Spirit is all surrounding
My heart draws nearer
Their words grow clearer
I feel their truth and I join them
To sing their song of celebration
I move to their vibration
And I dance to the sun and to the rain
We're all one in this mystery
I'm a part of you, you're a part of me
I see the glory in your sky
The wonder in your land
And I give my thanks that
I'm in your hands.
this returns to yourself, the return to innocence ...
to feed her milk to the tender,
thirsty roots, and to nurse all life.
covered by rich harvest and fertile beauty -
Time as deep as ocean and as infinite
as sand rippling harmony and complexity;
her duty, her life and wisdom rides the breeze,
Aas her mercy and strength evaporates.
Man's creation reigns; devastation, disease
from invention of the wheel;
we've industrialized our fates.
War and meaningless death - what extinction it creates.
Her rivers of life are running dry
as She watches Her children lead Her to die.
She feels the gentle wind of Her own failing breath,
and from Her eye a final tear does glisten.
It saddens Her to know we orbit our own death.
We've always known the way - her voice;
if only we would listen...
