THE WHITE BISON’S BREATH
In the quiet dawn,
when the world still remembers
its first heartbeat,
the White Bison walks the plains
like a drifting prayer.
Her spirit
rises through the veil of mist,
weaving woman and beast
into one living breath.
She is winter’s blessing—
soft fur glowing
against the wide, open sky,
eyes carrying the calm
of old sacred winds.
The land leans closer
as she passes,
listening to her footsteps
like a prophecy returning home.
And all who witness her
feel the Earth slow down—
for in her presence,
even silence bows,
and every soul remembers
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