I love the trees; and all the sounds. Our sweat lodge is in the back yard.

The fires hot, it’s getting dark, the stars are high above us. (Chant)


Humble yourself, as we go in, our song and language will begin.

I pray for peace, we gather strength, for mother earth we give our thanks. (Chant)


It’s been three rounds in this warm ground, the grandfathers have opened.

They’ve given health, vision and choice, those that came before have spoken. (Chant)


Written by: Jeffry C. Richards