The wind whispers secrets through leaves of jade,
A language the city forgets, unafraid.
But hearts that remember, and eyes that still see,
Find solace and wonder in wild pedigree.
The fox in the moonlight, a flicker of red,
A silent ambassador, softly he’s led
By instinct and nature, a dance in the night,
A beacon of freedom, a glorious sight.
The eagle above, on thermals so high,
A king of the mountains, against the blue sky.
His piercing gaze scans the valley below,
A guardian of wilderness, watching it grow.
The otter that glides, in rivers so cool,
A playful spirit, obeying no rule.
He dips and he weaves, with a mischievous grin,
A reminder of joy, that bubbles within.
The deer in the forest, with coat dappled brown,
A whisper of movement, without a sound.
She drinks from the stream, in delicate grace,
A portrait of beauty, in this sacred place.
For in every creature, both humble and grand,
A piece of ourselves, we deeply understand.
A connection unspoken, a bond that’s so true,
A love for the wild, in all that we do.
So let’s be the voices, to protect and to shield,
The homes of these creatures, that must never yield.
Let’s stand for the wild, with passionate hearts,
And play our small role, in these magnificent arts.
