We Lsiten to the pulse of life and thank Earth Mother, for you are the life giver. We hold you in high regard, for we know you carry the secret of creation in your womb. We are your flesh and roots. All from Earth returns to you. The spirits of our ancestors are held in your rocks, as we, too, will be welcomed back to your breast as clay. Our mother, you nuture us and provide everything we need. And your mountains reach to Sky Father. For this we say Migwetch.

Sky Father, we look to your blue blanket that covers us. Your clouds, thunderers and four winds provide for us. When our Grandfathers beat thier drum, we hear your thunderers cross the sky. The drum wakes Earth Mother each spring and your warm wind grow things your winds change the seasons and move the breath to the Four Directions of East, South, West, and North, to be again and again shared by all of our relatives. For this we say Migwetch.

We say Boo-zhoo (Hello) to our cousins-the Star People. In nighttime harmony, you sing your chorus to Grandmother Moon's song. Your torches guide us home. your dancing warms our heart. For this we say Migwetch.