Through silver drifts of sunlit snow, a wolf runs where the wild winds go. Eyes of fire, heart untamed, chasing the vision his spirit named.
A dreamcatcher rests, unseen by the eye, sketched on the canvas where secrets lie. Though veiled by pines in winter’s grace, its spirit lingers, a guiding trace.
Snowflakes crown his fur with light, No chain can bind, no fear, no flight For every dream, though hidden deep, awaits the heart that dares to leap.
