In the Thunderbird's embrace,
She traveled back in time and space,
To memories of days gone by,
And all the moments that had passed her by.
She recalled a time when life was slow,
When the fields were lush and the rivers flowed,
When the sky was clear and the air was clean,
And the world was a canvas, fresh and pristine.
But as she journeyed on, the Thunderbird's wings,
She saw the changes that the modern world brings,
The highways and the buildings that now encroach,
On the land that was once free, now a distant ghost.
She longed for the days when nature reigned supreme,
When the trees were tall and the grass was green,
When the animals roamed and the birds did sing,
And the world was a ...