Wolf

A young wolf cub
wakes from her sleep
Yawns in the morning
in the grey light so bleak.

She looks at the lillies,
bundles of flowers so white,
they\'re all that she see\'s
in her innocent sight.

Soft grey fur ruffles
as she stands in the dawn
ears prick at noises
like the bluebird in song.

Pale green eyes survey the land
all of this beauty
held in gods hand
So much in life, for this cub to understand.

So every morning
listen to your song
Its different for everyone
but it keeps playing on.

For my best friend.