N. Scott Momaday - Observations

 Observations

I have observed the whorls of geology on a canyon wall, a splinter of the sun at my window, the far end of time on the desert, a butterfly alighting on a leaf, an old man praying, sunrise on the Great Plains, ravens playing with a young fox, wind whipping the sea, the look of wonder on a child's face, a snowfield in moonlight, and a small blue stone. Why should I fear death?