I speak with the mouth of come and gone
of here and now
my morning song
I call to you, Nitosi

I stand alone upon the land
I smell the trees, and breathe and breathe
I sing with the wind on summer’s sand
to offer thanks, Nitosi

As I walk among the wise
I pray as I leave my body behind
take my spirit so it will rise
I pray to you, Nitosi

Author’s note. Nitosi is Dene for Creator.