• The chorus heard was that of beasts.

    Over the hushed calm of winter echoed the wolfsong.

    The sound of angels in disguise.

    In natures time things of great beauty come.

    Thus came the wolf, a creature so beautiful it was almost perfect.

    A true work of art done by natures kind loving hands.

    Yet we do not realize the loving work of the masters hand.

    What is given by God should not be destroyed at mans command,

    but valued as a gift from heaven; and enjoyed with open eyes and hearts.

    For if we do not learn this lesson the wolfsong will be heard no more.

    Great punishment shall follow for the blind destruction of something so lovingly

    made by the masters hands, we will pay with barren lands,

    and then we will cry to once more hear the beautiful sound of the wolfsong.