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Spirit of the Wolf As the wolf is pushed to the brink of extinction She looks back on those who have pushed her there There is no malice in her eyes Just a kind of grim understanding For she knows that, it is not her that is lost But the tame humans Who have lost their true spirit The wild calls to her, and she follows She follows, knowing where her path will path will lead her But she follows none the less For she can no more ignore her spirits Than she could not be a wolf And she knows that when she is gone from this world Her legacy will forever live on For even if her species is forever gone The true spirit of the wolf can never die ~by Cheyne Highwind, 1999 |
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DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am the thousand winds that blow; I am the diamond glints on the snow I am the sunlight on the ripened grain; I am the gentle autumn's rain When you awaken in the mornings hush; I am the swift uplifting rush Of the quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft star that shines at night Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. ~ Mary Fyre (1932) |