She Sings Her Song

Like the laugh of the sweetest,
Child,
Lilting and soaring above,
The sky,
Singing to the Moon.

Howling an erie tune,
She wishes a good-night to the,
Creatures of the Day,
And wishing a good-morning to the,
Creatures of the Night.

Her song is wild and free,
But captive and clawing,
Strong,
But feeble,
She sings her song,

She sings of the Earth,
Of the Sky,
Of Fire,
She sings of the Wind,
And of the Water.

She beggs the,
Moon,
To never set,
And the Sun,
To never rise.

Strong and feeble,
Cold and warm,
Hard and soft,
The lone wolf,
Sings her song.





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