I am a child of the moon
in the night you can see me prowl
through the canyon's and the trees
you can hear my lonesome howl

I am the wild of a Winter's snow
that brings life to a Springtime bloom
through silence you can hear my echo
calling out a serenade cry

I am nature's one true beauty
born to run and forever free
against the wind's silent breeze
where my Spirit ride's the sky
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