Buffalo Roam
Passion
As an essence
Wear it around my neck
Tuck in my back pocket
It wanders down the road with me
Feel it in the trees
Hear it beneath ground
How do I process what happened with us?
Native hunters
Invaders
Twin flames burning bright
Summoning buffalo over the plains
There’s a flow to the seasons
It’s palpable
Fires with nature
Conversations with the Father
A spark ignited
It’s inside of all of us
Buried deeper sometimes
The rain erodes facades
Like wet clay we are reformed
To return to the balance
Leaves are the language
As winds dance through them
They sing their songs
Hawks protect us
Crows warn us
Encroaching danger
Evades us
Listen closely
You’ll never go wrong
Hunters
The hunted
All become one
Be wise with your words
Diligent with your actions
There comes a time for each of us
To seek shelter from the storm
Hidden deep within us is a faith
An unwavering belief
In the resiliency of the sun
We dance to celebrate its return
We dance again for the rains
Passion
Always permeating me
I’ve got an aura
I wear galaxies on my wrists
I know where I’ve come from
Even if I have no idea where I’m heading
My tribe calls me home at the end of each day
Home is inside of me
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