POEMS Blooming of the Black Orchid Heart of A Rosebud Passion of A Rose Heart of A Rose The Demolished Heart Black Peacock Royalty of Ice and Gold A Phantom's Murmur The Shiniest Moon The Family of Spirits Mysterious Clashes Fourth of July Dancing with Winter Listen to That Cold Stare Tears for a Fantasy Love Looking Into the Fire Songs of Love, Storms of Passion Friends Friends Friendship My Friends Musicians Sarah McLachlan Dream Cars BMW Z3 Roadster Links The Globe Geocities WBS Goth Babe of the Week Cooltext Troma MIDI Haven Jimi's MIDI Links	Mysty breezes are broken by its swift running. Primal instinct tells it to run through the Trees And tread among the Lands of the World, For it is it's Mother, it is it's Home. The Sands of the Deserts warm my skin As the Mountains allow me to evade harsh winds; The Trees shield me from the sun As the wolf stands beside me. I want to be one with the Earth, my Mother. I want to feel the Sand blowing against my face, See Leaves fall all around me in a colorful splash As the wolf looks into my eyes. I want to be one with the Earth, our Mother. I wish to run with the wolves upon her face, I want to feel the Tree branches slide against me As I run because my Mother wishes for me to run; My brothers and sisters run beside me. I see the Earth man stand before me, I am the wolves themselves, I am their mind. I can feel the Earth move under me - Shifting in her slumber as her astral body moves me. She is always there, my Home, my Mother, Always telling me to run with the wolves. She knows what is right, and it pleases her that I do. She shows me the way to be One with the Earth, She shows me the secrets of the wolf, to be One with you.
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