Mishalak

"If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs,
"The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies"
While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely,
Crying to the 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, my baby bird,
My angel, my only.
~Louis Sacher