Off in the lonely distance
Perched atop a bare hill
A lone wolf with a glance
To the moons light, who can not fill
The emptiness in his heart
For his stretch of land
In a world apart
And out of Nature’s hand.

He calls to the Moon Mother
Asking for her grace
As he watches us smother her
With our cities in this place
He should run and find his pack
But still he stays
To watch over those who lack
The connection to Nature’s ways.

Slowly he turns his head
To glance my direction
Our eyes lock dead
A Knowing passing with conviction.
Down the hill he runs, back to his kind
Knowing all is not right in his land
But there are those that he can find
With love in their hearts for his noble stand.

Out into the wild
He disappears quick
And I, just a child
Feel the tears coming on thick
For his sacrificed land
And his loss of sacred space
On which We have trod and stand
To serve our own race.

He we are, in a place without a home
Making the land to our desire
And there he goes to find a place to roam
And live free of Human separation so dire.
The land suffers our presence
While embracing his form
When will we learn some sense
And live with nature instead of fighting the storm?

Wolf cries not to be free,
He cries for the spirits of the land
And for those outside her caring hand,
Wolf cries for you and me.