   | this is a poem, one i did this when i was having one of those deep, hard moments, thinking about how much we have done to our world.....---- The wolf is fading, its soul is wailing; its world has been choken its life has been broken. It was all a matter of time before the wolf only existed in human mind, only a creature of fables and tails to be sung on mountain trails: For as the humans traveled, they slowly unraveled, the web of life, and in its torn threads many creatures lay dead. The wolf bays, at the moon, as the last tree sways, in the winds swoon. He wines as he dines on his last meal, as his fate is sealed, he is now the last of is kin; as it was a fight they could never win. The spirit of the wolf became so few and they surly knew that they never can overpower the greed of man. His eye trails up to the sky as he begins to cry, the last breath of life, the end of his blithe, he too can now join clan, his kin, as it was a fight they could never win. And now that man has realized that they never can lay an eye on a wolf again, it is their turn to cry, as they were the ones to cause them to die, and never did honestly try, or ask themselves why. So now the wolf joins so many more, the gorilla, the dolphin, the bore, the tiger hunted for its skin along with others of its kin, the elephant for its tusk, so many creatures turned to dust, so many that had our trust, we just never bothered, so many ways to kill, even not at our own will, the filth in our water, the loss of land, the death of trees, the smoke in our air, we never really did care…... The wolf lied down in the snow, and the creatures watched him as they know…and so his body died…so many creatures cried at his death, as he heaved his last breath. His broken body lay listless in the snow, only now free of pain…But forever on the wolfs spirit will remain, wild and untamed, as the wolfs body may have been made to die but now its spirit is free to fly. It shall remain, set apart from us yet still a part of us, it will wait for a day when the rain runs clear, when the new world is near, and then he will appear…but for now he remains as a creatures who body did die, but for now his wings can caress the livid sky…---------------------- Do not let this story become real, there is so little of our world left untouched, if we do not stop now all will suffer... please, we must not let them die…..
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