The wild

The Wild
By the wings of a falcon,
And the hot breath of the wolves.
The sounds of the wild,
They come to my call.
The swift, the slow,
The quick, the hark,
The rhythm of the drums.
The cries of the untamable.
They come to my call.
I sway between the trees,
I dig beneath the roots,
High up above the canopy,
I sing a lullaby.
Sweet melody.
Tears sweet as the sap,
Cold as the frost,
And hot as the bloody sun.
The leaves fall dead at my touch.
I cannot see what I possess.
I can feel their incredible presence.
Smell no fear and hear such courage.
The spirits of the wild I sense.
They run with me I run with them.
We dance to the rhythmic beat,
Of the forests drum.
Dum, dum, boom, dum di dum boom!
Down by the water fall,
High up in the mountains,
Deep in the darkest hollows.
Below the sky,
Below the earth,
below my feet,
They come to my call.