The Wild

In the heart of the wilderness wild and free,
The echoes throb with life’s joyous decree;
Where the torrents roar as they rush to the sea —
Here’s the realm of the wild, eternally.

With the mountains steep and the skies so high,
The pulse of nature sings echoing nigh;
When the shadows fall and the stars awaken,
In this grand expanse, my spirit is taken.

• G L D Mackay