In the shadowed realm where moonlight dances,
The wolves emerge with eyes like glowing embers,
Their silent howls a symphony of whispers,
Echoing through the ancient, whispered trees.
Beneath the canopy of stars they wander,
Guardians of secrets, keepers of the wild,
Their fur a tapestry of nightâs deep mysteries,
Moving like shadows, swift and unconfined.
In the stillness of the night they gather,
A pack united by bonds unseen but felt,
Their spirits entwined with the breath of the forest,
As they sing the songs of ages past and new.
Oh, hear the silent howl of the midnight forest,
A haunting melody of natureâs true essence,
For in the heart of the wild, they find their freedom,
And in their eyes, the wild finds its soul.