There she is, a solitary one, the watcher
A self appointed guardian and defender
Born of a purpose, lives to serve others
She gazes out over the emptied horizon
With an ample devotion and apt caution
She knows her reason to be, remembers
Her attention is one that entirely covers
She is the sentinel, the warrior, a bison
A being devoted, ready to wait forever
Her herd lives, completely unaware
That they do so, that they thrive
Is entirely due to her actions
Few ever know such truth
There is no good that exists
Without a leader like her
Silent, and yet always there
Every tribe needs a sentinel
Who watches, one who cares
