Feral Soul

I'm the flicker, the flame, the spark when you can't see, I'm the moonlight in the dark, a mystery. I'm the rustling in the leaves, the breeze and the trees, And maybe the wolf's howl on the wind whispers, "That's me." A long, drawn-out sound, both wild and free. My roots run deep, a Cherokee decree, And when I stomp the earth, its strength flows into me. The river flows onward, a path my spirit knows. Where in its cool depths my true reflection shows. I don't know if I'm the beautiful wolf or the woman, Yet, I know I have them both running through my veins.