This we know, all things are connected, like the blood which unites one family.
Whatever befalls the earth, befalls to the sons of the earth.
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.
Weave for us a garment of brightness;
May the warp be the white light of morning
May the weft be the red light of evening
May the fringes be the falling rain
May the border be the standing rainbow
Thus weave for us a garment of brightness
That we may walk fittingly where the birds sing
That we may walk fittingly where the grass is green
O our Mother the earth
O our Father the sky.
Native American prayer