Buffalo Heart

The cry of the buffalo,

The creed of the plains

The warm shining sun

And the cold falling rain

On this beautiful day,

All is made silent

Everything’s still

And everything’s quiet

This burning red fire

That glows from within

If you’re quiet you can hear it,

The cry of the wind

When everything stops,

For only a moment

The world starts to shake

In a flaming explosion

This glow in your eyes,

The power within

You don’t know when it ends

Or when it begins

The birds in the trees

The flowers below,

The sunny yellow beaches,

The frosty white snow

As these tears fall like rain,

On my old window sill

For a second I stop

For a moment I’m still

And the cry of the buffalo

That I heard once before,

Like thunder, with power

That rolls through the floor

And no matter what happens,

I won’t be alone,

For the heart of the buffalo

Is calling me home.