 I scour the streets, wondering where the wild things went Like the breeze that wraps itself around the leaves of trees and takes my secrets far away Like the snow that softly melts from the tops of mountains and flows into rivers that burst with life Like stars that dance in darkness in the quiet untouched land and the beams of stories of creation and my imagination runs free with the wild things I don't remember when they started to disappear Only that I cried when the big dipper was no longer clear in the sky because of smoke that poured from forest crying for help If the land is hurt, parts of me break and fold under the pressure of losing roots that were meant to last Knowledge exists in my bones placed there by generations of healing hands that cared for the undying lands but just like a ship is dubbed unsinkable these lands are withering The sound of a new built world drowns out the voices screaming from our bones but we are not alone We are legends strong in warrior hearts that beat in rhythm with each other and the pulse of this earth If you listen to the world you'll hear us and if you just open your eyes