To the plains Cree, she is okâwîmâw askiy, which can be translated as singing grass.
Grass is the central existence of the northern prairie, the source of all life for the buffalo hence of the people, and it sings in the wind.
Mother Earth, we are your children.
• We borrow you from our own children.
• Your grass is our teacher of kindness; as it grows, we walk on it, burn it and despite what we do it continues to grow.
• Your trees teach us honesty, standing straight and tall.
• Your buffalo teach us sharing; they share their lives so we have life.
• Your rocks are our older brothers, who teach us strength and determination through our connection to the land.
• Your water is your lifeblood as it flows through you and keeps you and everything else on you alive.
Every day.
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'Little Bird', the name given to me by the Mosoni when I was flying there