Call of the Wild

The call of the wild is a restless voice

Of wind and sky and sea;

Beckons all – both great and small

With the yearning to be free.

It drives snow geese in autumn skies

And answers the coyote's cry,

Blows in the mist of mountain crests

And lifts the eagle high.

The thunder of the river's plunge,

The whisper of the desert's dune;

Nature sings a thousand songs

To her jeweled and mystic tune.

The call of the wild is a will within

To venture where few have trod,

With a captive sound that makes hearts pound—

It must be the voice of God.

The Web Projects of Sondra Ball and Mario Cavallini