The Wolf

In sacred dance we hear the wolf’s song, A symphony in the night, strong and long, Creature of shadows, mystery and might, He prowls the land, a guardian of the light. With eyes of gold, he sees beyond the veil, He wanders between worlds, without fail, His paws touch earth and spirit all at once, A bridge uniting realms, a sacred chance. The howling wind carries his ancient words, Whispers of wisdom, hidden truths unfurled, He teaches us patience, resilience, and grace, Navigating trials with a steady pace. In tales of old, wolf walks beside our kin, A guide and protector, fierce and akin, We honor his spirit, his ancient lore, For he has walked these lands long before. He roams the mountains, the valleys, the streams, A symbol of strength, no matter the dreams, In his presence, we feel nature’s embrace, A reminder of our interconnected space.