The wind—it blows with a gentle howl
Above the choppy sea flies winged fowl
As light shines down from the moon above
Clasped in talons hangs branch of olive

In a forest green sits predator and prey
The wolf sits and watches, night and day
Quietly she sits with sharpened teeth
Sharp and dangerous like sword unsheathed

Tall and still and with rustic flare
Stands an elk with his elegant air
His head held high with pure might
Gazing towards the fading light


Power and wonder are with these three
As is strength and wonder and majesty
Truer warriors you could never find
Beauty and strength forever intertwined