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As I lay prostrate upon the soft forest floor

The coolness of mother earth pervades me

I inhale the scent of crushed pine needles

And the fragrance of ancient lost summers

Losing myself in the silence of meditation

I traverse a landscape of visions and dreams

My spirit soothed by the sound of swaying trees

And leaves rustling in the damp morning breeze

Stirring the air in a peaceful moment of bliss

Ah, the whispering of the si-si-gwa-d

And unto you Gitchi Manito

I share my senses

My spirit, my soul

And give you thanks

For all that is

All that will be

And all that ever was