“Echo of the Lone Buffalo”

“Echo of the Lone Buffalo” shows a solitary buffalo standing proud beneath a fading sky, a living symbol of survival and strength. His presence carries the memory of the lost herds and a quiet plea to protect the wild spirit of the plains.

ECHO OF THE LONE BUFFALO

Beneath a sky of fading gold,
The prairie whispers soft and old.
Through rustling grass the breezes roam,
A lonely call still seeks a home.

A little buffalo stands all alone,
Among the grasses, winds have grown.
He lifts his voice, so faint, so low,
It drifts across in an echo.

Echo of the lone buffalo,
Whispers where the herds would go.
Once the thunder shook the ground,
Now it’s silence all around.
Through the winds his spirit shows,
The echo of the lone buffalo.

The twilight falls, the shadows spread,
The plains remember all that’s fled.
The sun sinks down, the wild turns still,
Yet in his heart beats iron will.

Echo of the lone buffalo,
Whispers where the herds would go.
Once the thunder shook the ground,
Now it’s silence all around.
Through the winds his spirit shows,
The echo of the lone buffalo.

In the dancing grass, his hope takes flight,
Through endless stars, through silver night.
The earth still hums, the rivers know,
We must protect the buffalo.