We are the stars which sing,

We sing with our light;

We are the birds of fire,

We fly over the sky.

Our light is a voice;

We make a road for the spirits,

For the spirits to pass over.

Among us are three hunters who chase a bear.

There was never a time

When they were not hunting.

We look down on the mountains

This is the song of the stars.

__An Algonquian Poem