Green freedom is woven into my spirit
I feel the energies of creatures in it
Wild soul deep as valley; giant as hill
I wander alone on my own free will
My favorite pals are the wildflowers
Nature is my mother of magical powers
Wolves are beneath my skin my free soul
I run with them as an omega if they call
They say wolves are monsters for meat
So are humans killing creatures to eat
Bold instincts in wolves to their pack
Faith one for all that most humans lack
In a pack there is mere gender equality
Fierce but loyal there is more morality
Through their sulphur fur i feel safe
They might bite but humans strafe
And if my soul flames need a friend
I choose the wild wolf at the end

∴ Lyna Salman