Wild Poem by Benjamin Turner

Listen close
Can you hear the words
The words of the wind
Of the grass and the ground
They speak quietly to those who will listen
They plead to those who wont
Hear their cry
Of desperation and distress
Their shouts for help
Their shouts to be heard
Hear the cry of a wolf to the moon full
And think of the lands once lost
The lands once free
The lands now tamed
Cities lie on hunting grounds
Towns on lakes once bountiful
Farms on forests truly wild
We have lost our roots
For we do not hear the voices
The voices of the wild now tamed