Little one, it is true.
Mountains are beautiful and forests are great.
But you are not born a mountain,
And you are not born a forest.
Yes, little one,
The night sky is brilliant and the day is warm.
But you are not the moon,
And you are not the sun.
What they will tell you is true.
The ocean is powerful and the lake is at peace.
But you will not be an ocean,
And you cannot be a lake.
Grandchild, hold your head up and know this always:
Some will be mountains or forests,
but you will be the great and unchanging plains between them.
Some are night or day,
but you will blaze as the sunrise and sunset.
Some wish to be oceans or lakes,
but you will be the river that joins them and carries the people.
Grandchild, You will be as a shade between the blue and black sky at dusk.
It is a sacred place.