The powerful changing of the seasons reminds me of the majesty of nature and leaves me in humble awe of Creation.
"Perhaps you have noticed that even in the very lightest breeze you can hear the voice of the cottonwood tree; this we understand is its prayer to the Great Spirit, for not only men, but all things and all beings pray to Him continually in differing ways"
- Black Elk, ca 1863-1950
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