Within the deepest forest
Upon the hills of snow
Sounds of mighty spirit
Fills the world below

Howling in the shadows
Where nature's love will loom
Spirits that are many
Joined by sacred moon

Hear the quiet whispers
That fall upon the earth
Each a part of destiny
That comes in each rebirth

Mighty ancient whispers
On breezes now combined
Prayers that rise to heaven
With every star designed

Calm and peaceful moment
Will ease the weary soul
Spirits greatest moments
In life they will console.

~ Francine Pucillo ~
©Copyright December 4, 2002