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I sit hear with the green grass and brown-black earth below me.

I am surrounded by the trees, the reeds, the many flowers.

Why I sit hear I wonder day after day. Night after night.



I only leave this place once its time to wake up. From sleep or reality?

Witch end of this is reality, I ask myself time and again.

But I feel the grass, the earth, the prescreens of the trees.



I also feel the wind upon my face, my hair and upon my soul.

The suns warmth filling the ground around me, and me with life.

I also feel the life filling around my life. Bringing my sense of life to another level.



Thats when I feel him or her. I cant be sure. I know they are out there.

They are around all the time. They are apart of the balance of life I am feeling.

I open my eyes and realize that the colors have run and bleed from the known world.



Now everything is black, grays and whites. Have I truly lost my sense of vision?

No I have not, I still see the trees, the grass, and the life flowing through everything.

That’s when I really see them, they are right there, in front of me. Staring back at me.



There grey, black, and white fur, blowing in the wind, there eyes full of the color gold

They just look at me. Am I going to die? Are they the animals of my death? Am I dead?

I look around and notice that the wolves are all looking towards one of there own.



I look and find my self with in inches of a lean wolf, with gray fur and gold piercing eyes.

I stare into those eyes feeling them searching my soul. I wait calmly, as best as I can

Feeling dread and horror at what fate must be waiting from me.



Will this predator of nature kill me? Will I live after all this?

I close my eyes. Thinking this is the end. That’s when it hits me. The presences.

The force of life telling me to open my eyes. Should I and whiteness my death?



But this feeling forces me to open my eyes. To face the truth

They are still before me. Standing and laying with me. The same one is still inches from my face.

I feel it more then before, a mind, a presences in my head. Coming from the wolf.



It tilts its head at me, and I mock it tilting mine.

Then I hear it, the echoing of its howl inside my head.

Its words ringing around and around become truth to who I am.

It says to me        

                                                                        Welcome wolf brother.