The big tree

Bends with the wind

Offering protection to the smallest of trees

The wolf howls

And the birds fly free

 

If I were a wolf

I would hunger for thee

But I am a bird

And I fly free

 

When the wind blows

And howls angrily

I will bow softly

For the protection of thee

 

Show me your heart

I’ll show you joy

The storm will pass by you

And you will bloom

Beneath my canopy

 

If I were a wolf

I would hunger for thee

But I am a bird

And I fly free. 

 

C.K. 22.