There was a time when the earth was sacred and the Ancient Ones were as one with it. A time when only the children of the Great Spirit were
here; to light their fires in the places of no boundaries. A time when the forest was as thick as the fur of the winter bear; a time when a warrior could walk from horizon to horizon on the backs of the buffalo. When the deserts were in bloom and the streams pure as freshly fallen snow. A time when there were only simple ways, I saw with my heart the conflicts to come and whether they were to be good or bad what was certain was there would be change.
