Only When The Last Tree Has Died

All Creation Is One. What We Do To One, We Do To The Entire Web Of Life.

We Know That The White Man Does Not Understand Our Ways. One Portion Of Land Is The Same To Him As The Next, For He Is A Stranger Who Comes In The Night And Takes From The Land Whatever He Needs. The Earth Is Not His Brother, But His Enemy, And When He Has Conquered It, He Moves On.

Man Does Not Weave This Web Of Life. He Is Merely A Strand Of It. Whatever He Does To The Web, He Does To Himself.

All Things Are Bound Together. All Things Connect.

Every Part Of The Earth Is Sacred To My People.