Nature's Call

The trees are waving to me in the wind,
Grasses undulating with bodies sinned. 

The water's winking catches my eye,
Fanned by wind and clear blue sky. 

I must escape the surf's incessant roar,
To the murmuring brook's sensual lure. 

To mountain tops that I most covet,
Sweating to reach the cool white summit. 

Now, nestled in her forest deep,
I close my eyes and try to sleep. 

Until the wolf's lonely call,
Tells me that I must prowl. 
Paintng of a wolf calling in the full moon


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