To Harm The Earth Is To Heap

How Can You Buy Or Sell The Sky, The Warmth Of The Land? The Idea Is Strange To Us. If We Do Not Own The Freshness Of The Air And The Sparkle Of The Water, How Can You Buy Them? Every Part Of The Earth Is Sacred To My People, Every Shining Pine Needle, Every Sandy Shore, Every Mist In The Dark Woods, Every Clear And Humming Insect Is Holy In The Memory And Experience Of My People.

Contaminate Your Bed And You Will One Night Suffocate In Your Own Waste.

The Water's Murmur Is The Voice Of My Father's Father.

Your God Is Not Our God! Your God Loves Your People And Hates Mine! He Folds His Strong Protecting Arms Lovingly About The Paleface And Leads Him By The Hand As A Father Leads An Infant Son.

Earth Does Not Belong To Us; We Belong To Earth. Take Only Memories, Leave Nothing But Footprints.