The Call of the Wilds

The voices of the animals rose in a round howl of assent.

"Then I wish you all survival,” said the golden beast on the Speaker’s Rock. “I wish you all the continuing beat of life. We cannot know when or if we shall meet again, but let our Wild minds forever mark this day. Let us remember the beauty and strength of our forms and numbers, for our great round mother who bore us may never see our like again.”
Then, rising to her fullest height, with Sun streaming down her back and Moon reflecting in her eye, the lioness said,

"Let the Dance begin.”

And then she turned her head, as did all the rest of the animals, looking first to the golden Sun gleaming above them and for an instant letting the fierce and fiery power pierce their minds. Then swinging their heads around, they shot rounds of light from their eyes to the glistening silver moon above. In a downward spiral from the moon their eyes sought the streaming waters and the solid land, causing shimmering wheels of light to fall upon the earth. Then upwards again their eyes circled and searched for the winds, all winds from all directions who were finally found playing up, up, up and away beyond the clouds, but the magnetic animal-eyes drew them out and down to spread and unfurl radiant whirls into the far reaches of earth, and sky, and beyond.

The stars above, feeling a strange surge from the blue and white swirling ball below them, lined up to gain a better vantage point.

"NOW!” spoke the Lion in a roar that made no sound, coming from nowhere and everywhere in a single moment. And the animals, united, took a deep breath and held it, while silence unheard for an eternity held the entire planet in its grip. All was still, with everything held in place for a moment that stretched and stretched until the very air was crystalline, brittle enough to shatter into an infinity of pieces, or more. The stillness stretched out and Sun, Moon, Winds, Waters and Fires saw themselves reflected and magnified in its brilliant depths.