Every once in a while the buffalo rise from the dead
wishing they had stayed in the ground, but still
reminding us where we were, that nature covered
the earth, and that the first people were innocent.
It’s no sin to live in a house, but I have the feeling
that when everything has ended, nature will take over,
that there will be no regrets, and that we will enjoy
the presence of the buffalo.
Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, ancient skies
Peace and blessings to everyone.
“If you love nature, you will love people.”