[Meco&Clar]

The grass was once green and lively. It grew so tall that not even the wild horses were able to chomp down a fraction of it. The sun shone brightly and there was plenty of water, and life was easy. Then, the drought came. All the water dried up, killing the water food sources and the water itself. Without water, the plants and crops slowly died, and we were left without healing herbs, paints, and some food. The deer, horses, and other animals we hunting either died or ran away to find a place with better food, and we were left with not much food left. Their prey was gone, so the carnivorous animals died, and some left to find a better place. We all were starved and sick, so the tribe moved far away. I stayed. I couldn't leave my birth place and I never will.. I never have, and now I am a ghost, but I still do not leave. Heaven calls me to come, but I can't. Something pains me to leave, Finally, I settle down to paint my last picture. It turns to a rainbow and disapears. Perhaps it is time for me to go, too. Perhaps change is good. Now I see the bright lights flashing. Where is the sun? No, this is not the sun. Heaven calls me, for I must go. Goodbye..

This is an example of the "Create a Native American Scene." I hope you liked it.