On a mountain, in a forest there sat
an Old Woman and her Granddaughter.

They await the sun rise.

The valley and meadows below them
are covered by a blanket of mist.

Each tree and blade of grass is adorned
by dew drops, like pure diamonds.

Every creature of the Great Earth Mother awaits
the sun, the new day, a new life.

The silence is loud.

They share the warmth of an
everlasting moment of love.

The Old One speaks softly as the sun rises
in celebration of the new day.

She speaks for happiness, health,
and abundance for all People.

She sprinkles the golden corn pollen
on the sweet Earth as an offering
to the Sacred Keepers and
sings her song of Beauty.

They are the blood that flows through you.

They speak to you. Learn to hear them.

They pass their wisdom on to help, through you.

All people have good medicines,
and they pass it to the next generation
of their people.

Only that which is pure is kept and passed on."

Honour all life, all people,
all the Earth and the Sky Nations.

You my child, are all these and more.

Remember. Remember."

Remember us around the fires,
when you sit in the circle,
and walk along these Paths.

Remember.

Tell them for us."