The Song of The Child of The Wind

The wind blows and I wish I were on it.

The wolf howls and I long to sing along.

The lion roars with pleasure at his cub’s catch.

I long to celebrate too.

The wolf’s song is sad.

As he sings for the loss of his mate and pups.

As he sings the wind pulls his song to me and I weep with him.

The wind will tell all the world of lion’s joy and wolf’s sorrow.

But I have no part.

I am neither here nor there.

Just a song, a soul, a butterfly, a shadow flying away.

I will leave tomorrow and stay today.

The wolf sings of a lost mate, the lion roars of a great catch.

The wind, I will look over them forever, from beginning to end.