Wild Wind

Wild Wind

In lands of untamed wilderness she roams,
A just and fair wolf, Wild Wind, she's known.
Her coat a canvas of black and blue,
Spotted patterns, like stars, she wears with pride true.

Her effervescent green eyes that pierce through the night,
Cast a gaze of wisdom and might.
Yet, cruel voices arise and in whispers they speak,
Calling her ugly, in judgment they seek.

But beauty lies deeper than fur or hue,
It lies in her spirit, shining bright and true.
For Wild Wind, though different, wears a noble grace,
A soul so pure, donning Nature's face.

In her paws, only fairness prevails,
As she treads ever gracefully down forest trails.
Protecting the den's pups, her heart beats strong,
A guardian of harmony, she is where she belongs.

Those who misjudge her, blind to her worth,
Unaware of the treasures they overlook from birth.
Her strength and compassion, of another dimension,
A beauty that blossoms, beyond their comprehension.

Through moonlit nights and sun-kissed days,
Wild Wind roams, undeterred by disarray.
For she knows her beauty, deep and profound,
Resides in her spirit, in the love she surrounds.

So, let them whisper and let them judge,
They don't know that her resolve won't budge.
A just and fair wolf, with a heart so pure,
Wild Wind, a fortress, forever shall endure.

~ Thank you, my dear friend, Trimaniheda for writing this beautiful poem