Wolves

A timeless melody fills the atmosphere,
With supreme bliss of enjoyment,

We dance like wolves around a fire,
For we know that tomorrow might not be promised,

As the soothing wind fills the sky with a chant,
That we look upon time and time again,

And we cry with a shout,
Death shall not take me,

For we rejoice in the moment,
That we often take for granted,

With a peaceful smile on our lips,
And our eyes
To the future.