The Herd of Buffalo

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On the vast plains of the wild west,
Roamed a herd of buffalo, at their best.
Majestic beasts, in numbers grand,
A sight to behold, across the land.
Their hooves thundered, as they ran,
A thunderous symphony, a natural plan.
Their shaggy coats, a rugged grace,
A symbol of resilience, in an untamed place.
They grazed on grasses, so lush and green,
A cycle of life, a timeless scene.
Their horns curved, their eyes alert,
A symbol of strength, a primal assert.
In the herd, they found their might,
A community strong, day and night.
They watched out for each other's back,
In unity, they stayed on track.
Through changing seasons, they would roam,
Across wide plains, they'd call their home.
From dawn to dusk, they'd graze and play,
In nature's rhythm, they'd dance and sway.
Their existence, a vital part,
Of the ecosystem, a beating heart.
They shaped the land, their presence known,
A legacy left, widely shown.
But as time passed, their numbers dwindled,
A loss so great, their fate was kindled.
Human progress, and greed's demand,
Disrupted nature's balanced hand.
Now we remember, the herd of old,
Their mighty presence, their story told.
A reminder of nature's grace and might,
The herd of buffalo, a majestic sight.