My song to honor the North American Plains Bison. Upon being caught in the ferocity of a winter storm, Buffalo Chief would lead his people into the wind. By walking into the storm, they would exit the storm long before those herds who wandered aimlessly or fled the storm’s advance. This is a behavioral trait ultimately selected for, and an extremely powerful metaphor for humans as well.

Faces The Blizzard, faces the storm
Was born on the plains when the ice turned to warmth
A Buffalo Person, the Chief of his kind
With the grass he was aligned

A double-horned headdress, a woolly warm robe
Enveloped a ton of muscle and bone
Bound tight with power with pride to defy
The flesh eater tribes

Faces the Blizzard, faces the storm
Was the heart of the circle nature formed
A covenant born

North to the muskeg, East to the shore
South where the grass falls to desert’s floor
West through the mountain backbone you roamed
Your hooves marked your home

Faces The Blizzard, faces the storm
Through your time traveled battles you have honed
The majesty shown

As the bloodstained cross of progress
Lumbered heavy over this land
Nothing could stand, as it had before
But for you my black-hooved brother
Whose flesh through us was reborn
The cloth of creation is scattered and worn

A linear mindset with arrogance squared
Divided our home into property shares
Cattle brought sickness though you were immune
Their gift leads to your doom.

Faces The Blizzard, faces the storm
Through your time traveled battles you have honed
The majesty shown
Faces The Blizzard, faces the storm
You’re still the heart of the circle nature formed
A covenant torn...