Spirit of the Wolf
Heathen57
When you are quiet
And nightfall is come
You can hear the Lament
Of the Wolf that is gone.
Their bodies were taken,
By trap and by gun
Too late we realized
The damage we’ve done
For the wolf was of nature
A part of the plan
The balance of nature,
Interrupted by man.
Listen to the cedars
As the wind blows, they sigh
They mourn for the wolf
And yearn for his cry.
But in spirit they are here
Their presence you can feel
Just listen with your heart,
Wild and free they roam still.
May there come a time
Perhaps not long from now
When the prayer of the cedar is answered
Once again the wolf will howl.