The breeze and the reflections of the water are not ours. They belong to future generations.

We are a piece of this Earth; we are made of part of it. The perfumed flower, the deer, the horse, the eagle, all of them are our brothers. The rocks, the juice of the fresh grass, the heat on the skin of the horse: all this belongs to future generations.

Taking care of nature with our heart is in our hands, the present generation.

We own every inch of this earth. The bright leaf, the sandy beach, the fog and the light in the forest are sacred experiencies.
We love hearing the wind touching the lakes and the smell of the rain, with its peculiar fragrance.

Because everything that happens to nature soon will also happen to men. All the things are connected.

Men belong to this earth but men have not built the net that is life, he is only a son of life.