OK, resist, I want to make sure I am not misunderstood. I had a great time reading your very creative post, and enjoyed it very much. But I think it will be fun to defend her position as well. So here goes:
“You think I’m an ignorant savage”-She proves later she is pretty ignorant
No, she is a very smart cookie, as we shall see.
“But I know every rock and tree and creature
Has a life, has a spirit, has a name”-Rocks don’t have life. As for these things having spirits, it’s not something one can know.
How can you know if rocks have life or not, then?
But mankind has always attributed spirits to rocks and trees and creatures, all around the world, until the advent of something or other, maybe science.
I mean, pick any religion that you personally don’t subscribe to. Full of equally ridiculous notions, isn’t it?
“Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?”-None of this is possible.
The questions are meant to be understood poetically, meaning they are meant to paint a mental picture in the mind of the listener, and thus evoke in him emotions of humility and unity with nature and of its grand mystery. She wants to free the listener of his penny pinching cold rational thinking patterns and set him free to experience those emotions of awe and oneness.
“Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they’re worth”-She fails to acknowledge that exchange value and personal value are not inherently different because exchange value is acquired in order to meet personal needs.
If we will give her the benefit of the doubt, she is trying to get him to stop seeing things through the dollar sign spectacles of Scrooge McDuck, and appreciate these wonders for themselves, not for the coinage that can be obtained for them.
“The rainstorm and the river are my brothers
The heron and the otter are my friends
And we are all connected to each other
In a circle, in a hoop that never ends”-Pocahontas previously rejects being a savage, yet she relates herself to unintelligible precipitation. Was Pocahontas birthed by a cloud? I think not.
The song “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine” popped into my head when I read this. Do you have a similar criticism of that song?
“How high will the sycamore grow?
If you cut it down, then you’ll never know
And you’ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon”-What? What exactly is the relationship between cutting down a sycamore and hearing a wolf cry to the blue corn moon? That’s like Bill Gates saying: “If you don’t invest in Microsoft, you’ll get AIDS.”
Possibly the wolves will not hang around if they have no trees to hide behind.
“For whether we are white or copper skinned
We need to sing with all the voices of the mountains
We need to paint with all the colors of the wind”-Apparently she doesn’t believe in free will. Also, once again these things aren’t possible.
Why do you say that she doesn’t believe in free will? Of course many people who consider themselves pretty clever don’t believe in it either, saying that our actions are but a product of the physical forces swirling within us.
“You can own the Earth and still
All you’ll own is Earth until
You can paint with all the colors of the wind”-Apparently he does want to own the Earth so her argument isn’t convincing.
She is showing him how even if he gets what he wants beyond his wildest dreams, the whole earth, he still won’t benefit from it until he lets his soul experience what hers does.