Frogs croaking in the wilderness
Echo through the night;
Shadows hang off spear straight pines
Distorting sound and sight.
Dew drips down from up above.
A deep drum beats in the dark
Swelling fear and panic,
And joy within my heart
The forest circles round me
And calls the animal within,
Stalks the savage in my mind
With flashing eyes and bloody grin.
The dead fly by as butterflies,
Sigh in the buzzing of the bees.
Nature murmurs into my ear
Through the creaking of the trees.
Their message washes through me -
Life is a wondrous feast;
But we must wildize the civil side
‘Fore we civilize the beast