Touched, bewildered, captured, among thoughts wandering across my mind, holding intoxicated memories of yesterday, when laughter rang through life.


Freshness flew through the hearts of people brave, filled with mother, her gifts strong with love, her songs flowing with promise across thundering hills.


Yet trees sway with the mighty wind, each footstep left behind, holds a special story never forgotten in time when the mighty Buffalo roamed wild and free.


Touched, infatuated, heavens still shine brightly among years unfolding a new song, a new silence heard across lands untouched by man.


Peace paves its way across universal streams, where only one voice shall be heard in these times of uncertainty, like a thief in the night he shall appear filled with majestic power.

(My children don't fear, I am with you always)


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