In the Timbers

Echoing against the alpine valley's deepest depths, In the timbers hear their thunderous voices, For they are the spiritually liberated, the kindred To the restless spirit of the wilderness. Our native brethren guardian, hollowing unto The night moon above, singing the chambered Music of solitude's paradise. It is a mournful cry, a haunting rhythm of this Unchained melody, sung by a forest creature In isolation the wolf, whom was born wild and Free, behold the untamed survivor, living From tooth and claw. Running within the illumination of the full Moons glow, do these night devils patrol, For foods raw hunger drives this kinship's pack, On the basic instinct to thrive and survive. Loving mothers of fur to kin, nuzzlers their youth, Covered in the blood of satisfactions hunt, For it is the law of the ancient, that the strong Live on wards, and the weak of the herd thinned, By deaths teething predator. Shadow stalkers lining the snow banks of ice, Waiting to ambush with speed and stealth. Wilderness chameleons blending within their Natural habitat's forest realm, in their eyes Gleams the spark of freedoms beauty, And within the beast, beats the wild heart Of liberation, no longer lost in isolation's Paradise, for the lone wolf has found His kindred path at last. Listen to the echoing voices from mountain Top, to the distant peaks beyond, howling in Unison, for tonight the mystical forest is alive, Stirring with the songs of the wolves, singing In happiness unto one another, in the timbers. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN