The Wind Blows

The wind blows And the leaves fall The black wolf stands proud and tall... He's waiting for her to show.... He can see her Glow He starts to call... Then she appears A beautiful luminous sphere...... As he listens he can hear...... Her tenderly whisper so clear and dear to his heart..... He calls to her one last time....... For now it's his time to go and they have to part...... But they will see each other again in another story or another rhyme....