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You think you own whatever land you land on
The Earth is just a dead thing you can claim
I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth

The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends
How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know

All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind