uctp tribal member


Remember the sacrifice of many unseen forms of life beneath our feet that support our steps upon Motherearth, the sacred insect world supports us and gives us life, without these care takers of the grass roots, stones and earth then where would our existence be. As a child of Motherearth I ask my brother Santee L Witt is there a song to honour our relations we do not see, if so sing this song and share with me it`s beauty. The unseen is passed and if not seen we find it hard to over stand, may we ask for forgiveness for the thousands each day that die in our footsteps and give us life.