Welcome to the Pack where

we run together

under the moon-lit sky,

where our padded paws

run throughout the night.

 

In the forest of the Pack,

community becomes synonymous

with family.

You can roam alone

if you wish

with the fear

of abandonment.

You can explore the forest

without getting lost.

The Pack will be there

to welcome you home.

 

The harmonious howl of the Pack

resonates to the world

with which we change.

Our innovation, education, dedication

are the instruments to our Pride.

 

I will howl a song

and dance throughout the night,

dance across the city scape

of concrete trees.

The echo of our howl will

bounce from brick to brick

to lab to dorm and down the

Free Expression Tunnel.

 

The Wolfpack is ingrained into my life;

I accepted them as they accepted me.

 

Now it's time to live the dream

I've always had.

The dream that always

came to me by

the magic moonlight

on a clear starry night.

A dream clear of

any fog or fear;

an enlightened dream

now drawing near.

 

My wolfpaw print will mark

the forest eternally.

My wolfpaw print will change and grow

until a new layer thickens the sole.

My wolfpaw print will forever

be a part of who I am.

My wolfpaw print is

who I am.

 

The Pack is my family,

State is my Home.