The Wild Life

The wind through my mane, like a gentle hand on my back,

I stand on a ridge, my herd on the track,

We are strong,

We will be pulled along

On the ride of unity,

Together, in a full community,

The thunder of hooves as we pound down a hill,

My soul is free, calm, a tiger still,

We drink from a crystal, clear stream,

It tastes like a calm dream,

The grass under my feet soft like the feathers on a bird,

I have never felt it for long, it’s never occurred,

Cause things go wrong,

Even though this is where I belong,

A swish through the grass, the flick of a tail,

It’s a wolf, we’ll die, but we can’t yet fail,

We run, we pound, we rush,

Anything in our path, we will crush,

Finally, alone, can’t I just be free,

Just be.