The howl of the wolf

One of the first I wrote, pretty proud of it.

The howl of the wolf,
a mournful cry,
is he lamenting times gone by?

Of times of old
when there was not an impurity in river or stream,
when each force of the earth
was a tale to be told.

How the forests were so vast,
that unbreakable realm where hidden secrets lie,
though now we wonder how long they will live on,
but the wonder will never die.

The lone wolf gives his call to the skies above,
striking into heart fear, wonder...and love