Written by Heather Powers for Bosco at Wild Winds Buffalo Preserve
The call came lightly through the wind…
A bison voice spoke of all things
His body lay torn as the day grew worn
His eye closed in eternal rest
His spirit flew as the day moved
Prayers followed as his friends looked on in sorrow
A red tailed hawk flew above the sight
Keeping all from the bison spirit bright
Two cranes emerged above the gloom
They lifted the heads with their glorious flight.
His family looked on in peace as the shadows grew.
Wishing him farewell as his spirit danced in the fading light.
Hands clasped in prayer and souls blossom
Spiritual thoughts flow through their minds
They awaken dormant songs within their hearts.
Messages were given as dreams brewed.
All is not as they thought, a different mind was brought.
Souls intertwine as the tears flow.
Connecting all to each other
Becoming one with the Creator.