Where The Buffalo Lay

In the Morning's hush, tranquility reigns, where the Buffalo lay, free from chains. Green blades adorned with diamonds bright, welcome Cedar's scent, guiding the light. Ember's spark conversations, softly aglow, upon painted plains, stories flow. Father Sky embraces, Mother Earth gives birth to a brand new day, a treasure of worth. The River flows silent with words to keep, in stillness of morning, in chants of deep. In this peaceful moment where Nature's heart sways, the buffalo find solace in Dawn's gentle ways. Where the Buffalo lay.