Only When The Last Tree Has Died

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 Insect's Wings. But Perhaps It Is Because I Am A Savage And Do Not Understand. The Clatter Only Seems To Insult The Ears.

Will You Teach Your Children What We Have Taught Our Children? That The Earth Is Our Mother? What Befalls The Earth Befalls All The Sons Of The Earth. This We Know: The Earth Does Not Belong To Man, Man Belongs To The Earth. All Things Are Connected Like The Blood That Unites Us All. Man Did Not Weave The Web Of Life, He Is Merely A Strand In It. Whatever He Does To The Web, He Does To Himself. One Thing We Know: Our God Is Also Your God. The Earth Is Precious To Him And To Harm The Earth Is To Heap Contempt On Its Creator.

All Creation Is One. What We Do To One, We Do To The Entire Web Of Life.

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.

Let Him Be Just And Deal Kindly With My People, For The Dead Are Not Powerless. Dead, Did I Say? There Is No Death, Only Change Of Worlds.