Mother Earth Father Sky
we are your children
With tired backs we bring you gifts of love
Then weave for us a garment of brightness
its warp the white light of morning,
weft the red light of evening,
fringes the falling rain,
its borders the standing rainbow.
Thus weave for us a garment of brightness
So we may walk fittingly where birds sing,
So we may walk fittingly where grass is green.