Sweetgrass

Standing by the river, I look up towards the sky, and my heart is overwhelmed with pride. The smell of sweetgrass is everywhere. It clouds over a bit and the wind picks up...the sweetgrass starts dancing. They are happy that I am here to pick them. I spend more time hugging and smelling them, because they are so sweet. It is our mother's hair this is why we braid them. We also pray with it once it is braided, it keeps us close to her.