Lone Wolf

Lone Wolf
For all the words that fly in vain,
flock of birds in blue skies making a stain,
chirping sounds that ode to the flawless unity,
masking our ears with nagging euphony.

Yet, when summer starts to dawn,
their harmony beings to prowl,
the naked forest's pomp goes into withdrawn,
leaving reasonance only to the howl.

Echoing through the valleys that we've made,
the only sound that yet remains,
fearful call to the vulnerables' bones,
lullaby for the moon that brightens alone.

-Nomadic