What are the forces of renewal?

Only the source of life can tell us--

-- only the living wilderness, where Man treads light and silent as any other

-- where duck and hawk belong to the same sky, and the shrill music of coyotes to the rims of moonlight

-- where metamorphosis more strange than dreams call from the tadpole legs and from the dark worm in the chrysalis bright wings

-- where across oceans and hemispheres bird, fish and beast follow paths older than the continents.

Are these mysteries we may penetrate or miracles we may only revere?

 The wilderness holds answers to more questions than we yet know how to ask.