Cherokee Page Greetings
Hello -- O'siyo
And-- a le
Welcome-- u li he li s di
Walk in Peace
AiSv Nv wa do hi ya do 
Till next we meet
Donadagohvi
Thank you-- Wado
Ron~kwan~

When legends die, there are no more dreams.
When there are no more dreams,
there is no more greatness."

Before the beginning, water was everywhere. But no people, animals, or earth were visible.
There were birds, however, who held a council to decide if it might be best to have all land or all water."Let us have land, so we can have more food," said some of the birds.
Others said, "Let's have all water, because we like it this way."
Subsequently, they appointed Eagle as their Chief who was to decide one way or the other. Eagle decided upon land and asked,
"Who will go and search for land?" Dove volunteered first and flew away. In four days he completed his hunt and returned, reporting, "I could not find land anywhere."
Crawfish came swimming along and was asked by the council to help search for land. He disappeared under the water for four days.
When he arose to the surface again,
he held some dirt in his claws. He had found some land deep in the water.
Crawfish made a ball of the dirt and handed it to Chief Eagle, who then flew away with it.
Four days later he returned and said to the council,
"Now there is land, an island has been formed-- follow me!"
The whole bird colony flew after Eagle to see the new land, though it was a very small island. Gradually,
the land began to grow larger and larger as the water became lower and lower.
More islands appeared and these grew together,
creating larger islands into one earth. Tuskegee Indians say they were chosen by the Great Spirit to be the first people to live upon the new earth, a long, long time ago.

The winds of change dance in our lives, Like northern lights chasing their own shadows in the sky. We can see better ways and easier days, We know there must be a more honorable and humane way. It is for us to pick the flower in our minds, It is matter of standing up and not just standing behind. We dream the soft solution alive, With the strains of peace and duty with which we strive. It is the wind of time that crosses our path, It is the scarred skin of our souls that know human wrath. We, standing together, are the solution, We are the warf, weave and frame for a velvet revolution.

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