O Thunder Beings look down upon your children as we guard this wounded land.

In the vast tent of Father Sky you dwell with the storm in your wings.

We watch in wonder when you send your lightning-arrows down to Mother Earth.

After the hail and rain, the desert blooms with flowers.

Guide us as we travel, for we stand always at the crossroads.

Let us choose the good Red Road that leads to life and healing, and shun the Black Road that leads to death and suffering.

Text: Murasaki99, 2003.
Inspired by the visions of Black Elk.