Through the wolf's eyes
On a full moon, I find myself roaming alone between the ancient trees, Only the moon as my guide, Only the moon as my companion. Am I truly alone? Noise in the distance echoes, A blinding light shines through the bushes, That is not nature. The ground vibrates below me, As the roaring of machines intensifies, I realised; I am now the prey. I try to howl, These creatures are stronger, Deadlier, than I’ll ever be. Take care of Mother Nature, like she takes care of us.