I write my heart on paper (Volume One)

The rules of the wild

A birds feather; how it strokes the air around it with each flap of the wing.

A gentle breeze; how it makes the trees sway.

A falling sun; how the fire burns the sky, and falls to the ground, in a matter of hours.

A hawks call; how it lets it's prey know it's coming for them.

The flap of a wing, the howl of the wind, the light ending, the call that death is coming.

This is the wild.

Fear it.

Or fight it.

The wild has no rules.