In the shadows of the twilight, they wander free,
Eyes gleaming with the secrets of the night.
Their howls, a symphony beneath the ancient trees,
Echo through the silence, a haunting delight.
Guardians of the wilderness, they stand tall,
Silent sentinels of the forest deep.
With every step, a whisper of the wild’s call,
In their presence, natureâs secrets we keep.
Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery embrace,
They gather, a family bound by ancient lore.
In their unity, we find a sacred grace,
A bond unbroken, forevermore.
Through the seasons, their spirits roam,
Emblems of a world untamed and free.
In their eyes, the fire of the unknown,
Wolves, the heart of nature’s mystery.