The wolf and the storm

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A poem about a wolf who suffers a hard night until the morning finally rises. Finally life is clear and beautiful.


This poem is also symbolism for life.

Even though we go through problems, eventually the storm will be over, and we will stand. And just like the wolf, we will not be alone.

Submitted: May 26, 2011

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The wolf howls to the night,
Yet he's drown out by the thunder.
But nobody sees his fight,
And his survival is a wonder.

Lightning flashes all around,
wind sings out its cruel scorn.
The wolf crashes to the ground;
The last of nature not badly worn.

His fur is pounded by the rain,
While he searches restlessly for the moon.
Each drop counts as every life pain,
All have happened far too soon.

But alas the winds will settle,
And he opens up his tired eyes.
And what would he see-- but a falling petal.
And by the creek, green dragonflies.

The sun folds open her long arms,
And hugs the tall green trees.
Blossoms put on their charms,
And kiss the gentle breeze.


At last the lone wolf stands,
And howls for all to hear.
The grass hold up their hands,
There is no more to fear.

Then through the forest he races,
Until he finally finds his pack.
Surrounded by loving faces,
His home is finally back.


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