The Return

When this world fades away,

the buffalo will return,

nature has a way,

of restoring itself.

On the one hand I will weep,

and mourn,

but I am ready,

for the healing,

the old scars of the earth,

erased,

the earth teeming,

with new life,

animals and birds,

rivers clean,

and flowing freely.

People healed,

no more tears,

no more fears.

Will the Lakota be able to live,

naturally again?

I hope so.

If I never live to see it,

you may see my spirit,

when it does happen,

going for a walk,

make sure you wave,

and say hello.

The restoration is coming soon,

I can feel it,

I can hear the buffalo.

 Blessings to everyone and PEACE!

Poetry © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

images from google

Note: This is partially based from an older work.