( lyrics from a native american poem from tewa )  O, our mother the earth  O, our father the sky  Your children are we /  And we bring you gifts you love  Then leave us a garment of brightness  May the warp be the white light of morning  May the weft be the red light of evening  May the fringes be the falling rain  May the border be the standing rainbow  Thus weave for us a garment of brightness  That we may walk fittingly where birds sing  That we may walk fittingly where grass is green  O, our mother the earth  O, our father the sky