Article 3: Nimosom, Nohkom

My grandfather lives in
The roots of the birch wood trees
And within the stones that offers his wisdom
Of this land.
He is the heaven and earth
Who provides us.
He is the blood running through
Our people.

My grandmother lives in
The air that carries her love
And within the lakes, rivers and streams
Of this land.
She is the heaven and earth
Who protects us.
She is the blood running through
Our people.

They are the wolves howling
For us to remember,
They are the lights that dance in the night sky
To guide us,
They are the sun and the moon to warm us
In our darkest times.
They are the blood running through
Our people.