sophian: "Whatever happens, Song-bird, our spirit shall live on." those were my great-great-great-grandmother Yellow Rose's last words. She said this to her daughter, when the white men destroyed her village and shot her. After her mother's death, Songbird taught my grandmother, her daughter the ways of the tribe, even though it was broken into peices. And even though my mother married my dad, who was white, she teaches me the ancient ways of our tribe that my grandmother taught her. And now, I see this city in a differant way. A land full of plants, animals and spirit is now full of pollution, metal and tears. But this doesn't matter right now. I am here to tell my grandmother's story, before the land transformed.