The gentle wind brushes against him as he lies in a river of roses
reclining on the mountain is where this wolf's home is
The lone traveler is not without his & pack, for the *roses accompany him
along with the thorns in his back

The warm embrace of the sunset brings peace to his heart
Waiting for another day before the wolf plans his start
Dusk turns to dawn and dawn turns to day
Blanketed in the thorns of the roses
is where the wolf has chose to stay