Call Of The Wild

 

The call of the wild is a restless voice

Of wind and sky and sea;

Beckons all - both great and small

With the yearning to be free.

 

It drives snow geese in autumn skies

And answers the coyote's cry;

Blows in the mist of mountain crests

And lifts the eagle high.

 

The thunder of the river's plunge,

The whisper of the desert dune;

Nature sings a thousand songs

To her jeweled and mystic tune.

 

The call of the wild is a will within

To venture where few have trod,

With a captive sound that makes hearts pound -

It must be the voice of God.

 

~ C. David Hay