The Sky Tree

It taught locals from which trees and land originated. That is what we teach that we teach the sacrifice we do for the people we love.

At first, the earth was covered with water. There is a wonderful sky tree in the middle of the sky ground. One day, the chief was sick he heard that only fruit at the top of the sky tree could heal him in his dreams. So his wife went to a tree and cut it with her husband's ax. The tree fell down the water from the hole. This tree is so important that she obeyed it to catch it

When she fell, the turtle saw that she fell down. He cried out to other aquatic animals and asked what they should do. Beaver answered her and said she saw it happen, so it should be what Turtle said to do. Then the turtle sneaked them into the bottom of the water and told them to return it to the mud. Then he told them that they put all the dirt they found on the back of the turtle. They were doing this until a big island was formed on the back of the turtle. Then the chief's wife landed on the island with a piece of the sky tree. The pieces of the sky tree are rooted

8 "Tree of the Sky" Huron's literary creation mythology How to be a mysterious myth of the Earth and the Native American Earth Humans are covered with water. Animals get into water and bring soil. "12" Coyote completes his work. Coyote plays with the Indians, Coyote helps to drive away evil spirits. . That old man also passed away. One day, Coyote and the old man will come back. At the same time, the elderly will end the message with the spirit of those in danger of death. The Indians are waiting for the return of the coyotes

Native American literature Important literary terminology knows myth - basically religious, anonymous traditional story -

Under the eternal blue sky, a long pine tree and Deodar's pain touched the sky! These trees are on the ground in the hands of the travelers, riding a bicycle. A place where men self-failure and trees tell stories. Tourists from all over the world live in the Parvati Valley. I met a tree here, the tree said to me, and asked: "In the Parvati Valley, did you find your story?"

I am in a cemetery in Palo Alto, California. The sky above the head is blue cornflower. The wind blew on the surrounding oak tree. A squirrel ran to the branch and stared at me. Just as nature is doing its utmost to emphasize the contrast between your own glorious living and your full death with your feet. This is not just a look at my squirrel. An employee from the cemetery cried the golf cart and asked me to come once. I am an intruder. Etiquette in the cemetery is very strange. You come here to attend the funeral, where you can be sad and think about death. For the rest of the time, you should keep your life.