He Moves Through
Dusk With Silent Grace.
No Fear, No Doubt,
No Need To Chase.
The Forest Knows
Him Like A Prayer.
Each Step A Vow,
Each Breath Laid Bare.
To Native Kin,
He Leads The Trail..
Where Strength Is Calm
And Hearts Don’t Fail...
He Is The Pack,
The Night,
The Song..
Where Every Soul
Knows It Belongs..
Courtesy: N.A.L..
( Art&Artist&Copyright: On the picture. )
