Native Americans thanked the buffalo,
thankless beings we never think;
of the souls that lay down
to become our sustenance...
of the lives that fulfill our need.
all that 'is' has a soul.
animals, plants, water, trees, and stones.
each has their own crucifixion,
their dreams, their destiny, and their gifts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love what, and how you're saying it here Eric.