Beneath the Evergreen trees
a desolate land buried beneath the frozen comfort of snow
lays a land trifled by the spirit of the wilderness
ringing out in a distance the serenade of howls

The clipped call of winged, feathered brothers
sing their forlorn songs
perched vulnerably upon a branch
high in the tree tops that brush the hovering clouds

The cold rages on like an unforgiving beast
It's icy breath consuming the lives of many
yet prospering the lives of many other

Misunderstood and hunted
by their brothers of two legs
they dwindle by a thin string
which weaves their fate

Thunderous footfalls beat the solid ground
demanding that it lay still beneath the wrath
of such powerful paws

The wolf in all it's glory
peers out from the thicket
curious to who is among them

Lifting their muzzles to the sky
they unleash a song so much more beautiful
and endearing than that of the greatest symphony

Warning the others that danger is near.