I am a Mohawk Indian from Akwesasne. One day I was outside listening to the sounds of mother earth, the breeze going through the trees, waters rushing in the river, and birds greeting each other. Nearby was a highway with a different kind of sound. While sitting on the grass, I felt a drum beat matching the beat of my heart come up from the ground. There was a sad song around those beats. I listened to the song and wrote it down. Later I added Iroquois pictographs from the northeastern woodlands or old time picture writing.
I wrote this book to pass on the important message from Mother Earth in a way that more readers will get a feel of the Native American perspective. I hope that the readers enjoy this short sojourn down a Native path.