Journey

Just beyond the mountains of ice tips,
a valley of freedom grows away from human beings

On a river bank
in a sandy den
a she-wolf rests
with her litter of four against her fur

Up in the pine trees, the owl sleeps
till the moon sneaks out
to hunt into the darkened day

Rustling leaves greet the flying squirrel
the scurrying critters searching for nuts

Newborn birds flick their soft wings
to set off on a quest to survive
that lies ahead

Ever lasting wild flowers that bud
for the coming spring
and slumbers under the earth
from the biting cold

Yellow befriends orange and pink
to create a masterpiece of the sky
free for all that wish to see

So it maybe, that every life, has a journey to travel