Gone Missing

In the still of the night When the coldness bite The northwinds the trees did rustle As the fires flicker With the harmonies of the nights bustle There lies awake Some instinctive mistake The laws of the wild Should bear in mind As we listen to our elder Our healer, sorcerer and befriender He who speaks the word of wisdom The history of many generations All clarity in his explanations There is a surprise and shock to be For those who do not hear, or fail to see We must use our senses As a standard for our defense With careless deeds and hasty wishes Casting whims to tasteless dishes With carefree vigour and youthful pride Venture in the unknown Not noting the story you listen Rebuking wisdom with a frown In the abruptness of a storm You are missing! The uncertainties of the wild The only possession you own Gone,gone, gone, never to return.