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Wolf Song
The chorus heard was that of beasts.
Over the hushed calm of winter echoed
the Wolf Song. The sound of angel's
in disguise. In nature's time thing's
of great beauty come. Thus came
the wolf, a creature so beautiful it
was almost perfect.
A true work of art done by Nature's
kind loving hand's. Yet we do not
realize the loving work of the master's
hand. What is given by God should not
be destroyed at man's command, but
valued as a gift from heaven; and enjoyed
with open eyes and hearts.
For if we do not learn this lesson
the Wolf Song will be heard no more.
Great punishment shall follow for the
blind destruction of some thing so
lovingly made by the master's hand's,
we will pay with barren land, and then
we will cry to once more the beautiful
sound of the Wolf Song.
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