The earth is all that lives.
And the earth does not last.
We sit in a hillside, by the Greasy Grass.
And our little shadow lies out in the blades of grass until sunset.
–Sioux tribal poem
The earth is all that lives.
And the earth does not last.
We sit in a hillside, by the Greasy Grass.
And our little shadow lies out in the blades of grass until sunset.
–Sioux tribal poem