Wolf Spirit

The rivers splashing coldly,
The trees swaying in the winter breeze.
The wolves running boldly,
Cold water against their feet.
Their fur rippling in the wind,
Pups running at their mother's side,
With hope gleaming in their eyes.
Their final destination,
Where God they meet,
Finally a place where they
Can be wild and free.

By ©Raven Thurston

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