Holy Earth, cradled in the swirling arms of the Star Mother,
Lover of the Sun, Sister of the Moon,
You, who are glorious in your greenery,
generous with you love,
and terrifying in your rage.
Guide me in the ways of the Standing People,
feet rooted in Earth,
keepers of Water,
Breath-Givers,
alchemists of the Sun’s Fires.
Trust me to come to know them,
by branch and leaf,
root and thorn,
bud and fruit;
To do them honor, be they tree or grass, herb or flower;
And to share in their wisdom for the good of all beings.