Listen to the voices of nature and lock them in your heart.
"You think you own whatever land, you land on.
The earth is just a dead thing you can claim.
But I know every rock and tree, and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name....
How high does the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you'll never know
And you'll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or whether we are white or copper-skinned.
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colours of the wind
You can own the Earth and still
All you'll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colours of the wind"-- Vanessa Williams, "Colours of the wind"
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