Nature listens to him when he cries
Animals cower to him with wide eyes
He is a tiger without claws
He is a king to those with paws
He will move mountains
With or without them
He is independent
The earth his element
He is the protector
Spirit, Shadow, Spectre
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Footprints of the Soul//Poem Book
Poetrywe all leave footprints wherever we go a piece left behind of what we know
