The Wolves Approach.
"What was that sound?" A young boy, spoken to his father. The howls grow louder, echoing across the landscape, a forlorn serenade to the moon and to the outside world. A echo forbidding any trespassing by humanity, defying attempts to tame it.
The father looks up wearily...a sad look on his face. "The wolves, my son, the wolves. They howl to the moon to express their sorrow. To deny us peace on the land we have taken from them. They forbid our further encroachment, yet are near powerless to stop us. We end what they have known for so long, conforming and twisting to our needs, until we completely rid ouselves of it, and wipe the once beautiful place form the earth, leaving a scar on her surface that can never be filled. Ending it, for eternity. That is their lament, it foretells that each one will fight to protect what little it has, to preserve it.. We are so much like them....."
It's not as heartfelt as most of my stories, but IT comes from what I envision from this piece. Thank you for another wonderful music, Maestro.