"If only if only" the woodpecker sighs "The bark on the tree was as soft as the skys" while the wolf waits below, hungry, and lonely crying to the moon, moon, "If only, if only." "If only, if only," the moon speaks no reply. Reflecting the sun and all that's gone by. "Be strong my weary wolf, turn around boldly. Fly high little bird my angle my only."
Deep breaths, my love*