Upon the windswept plains they stand as one,
An elder warrior, beneath the setting sun,
Beside him strides a wolf, both fierce and free,
A bond unbroken, as vast as the sea.
Feathers in his hair, the warrior's gaze,
Reflects the wisdom of forgotten days,
The wolf, his kin, with eyes of silver bright,
Shares in the silence of the fading light.
Through whispering grass, they walk in tune,
With nature's heartbeat, beneath the moon,
No words are needed, their spirits entwine,
Man and beast, in a dance divine.
The earth beneath them hums a sacred song,
Of unity and peace, where both belong,
For in the wild, they find their truest home,
Together they roam, no need to roam alone.
