Sing will all the voices of the mountain, paint with all the colors of the wind
Like two eagles soar as one upon the river of the wind with the promise of forever, we will take the past and learn how to begin.
We are all connected to each other, in a circle, in a hoop that never ends.
With every kiss, we'll promise this, we'll find a way to light the dawn of all we wish.
How high does a sycamore grow? If you cut it down, then you’ll never know.
You know your path, child, now follow it.