I rose from the dust of dawn,
shaped by the hand of the Great Spirit,
and the world bent beneath my stride.
Mountains listened when I spoke,
rivers learned to follow their paths,
animals took their names from my tongue.
I taught the people
how to build fire from stone,
how to set snares,
how to fish with patience.
When greed swelled in the belly of giants,
I broke their spears.
When chaos leapt from the water,
I stilled it with a word.
Do not call me a god.
I am a brother,
a teacher,
a shadow on the horizon
walking always ahead,
leaving tracks for you to follow.