The Wild Hearts

Would you love to hear it? The screams the darkness sets into the night to break our bones? The streets of the forest leading to the cliffs edge, where the souls of the ageless canyons can be heard from the heart of the old and wise. This is the wild of the night winds, that caress the leaves of the sleeping trees. It calls to the wild hearts of the pradators, the fear of the prey, and the cunning of the scavengers. Forever it has all recided all within itself. This is the cries of the wild hearts of this unforgiving world.