"Grandfather, Great Spirit, once
more behold me on earth and lean to hear
my feeble voice. You lived first,
and you are older than all need, older
than all prayer. All things
belong to you -- the two-legged, the
four-legged, the wings of the
air, and all green things that live.
"You have set the powers of
the four quarters of the earth to cross each
other. You have made me cross
the good road and road of difficulties, and
where they cross, the place
is holy. Day in, day out, forevermore, you are
the life of things."
Hey! Lean to hear my feeble
voice.
At the center of the sacred
hoop
You have said that I should
make the tree to bloom.
With tears running, O Great Spirit,
my Grandfather,
With running eyes I must say
The tree has never bloomed
Here I stand, and the tree is
withered.
Again, I recall the great vision
you gave me.
It may be that some little root
of the sacred tree still lives.
Nourish it then
That it may leaf
And bloom
And fill with singing birds!
Hear me, that the people may
once again
Find the good road
And the shielding tree.
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