| One Voice |
| The soft pad of running paws, The scent of fresh dew and worried leaves, emense joy, carefree happiness, such is that of the wolves at play, free they romp in the woods, roll in the fields, together they go, leaping the streams, chasing the deer, slower they run, resting, gaze to the moon their mother, and become one with the song, two bodies, two minds, one heart, one voice. |